The Never Ending Story

And so begins the never ending story of moving. I’ve pulled some boxes up from the basement. I’ve Found the tape and sharpies, unbundled the bubble wrap and found the packing peanuts. I’ve talked to the kids and got them on board (at least as on board as two toddlers can be with any plan). So here we go, deep breath, big stretch, and here we go. One box down, then another, and another. Soon I’ve got a whole wall stacked high with boxes. Two large bags full of donations stand guard by the door. I feel like I’ve made some good progress, maybe this will be easier than I anticipated... that’s when I notice the chaos around me. Everything is a mess, between my packing and the kids playing every space on the floor is covered in toys, blankets, pillows, and cushions. Time for a break, quiet time! Off to bed for Zoey. Isaac doesn’t like to nap so much anymore but he will lay quietly with me on the bed while he tube feeds and he usually falls asleep during that time. I’ll just lay down for a minute, close my eyes for a second. I’m so tired. I drift of to sleep dreaming of the new house, the fresh start it offers us. Yet it’s familiar and safe, a haven for us. If I can just get past the packing part I know the next destination is home.