BarefootinBoston

So, we are on the 11th day of our new home.  In some ways it feels like we’ve been here forever, but the boxes scattered about indicate otherwise.  I could never imagine how difficult it would be to unpack while being at home with an 8 month old.  A and I went to Ikea this weekend to pick up some much needed furniture, so that set the unpacking back a few hours as we needed to assemble several pieces of furniture.

With all the unpacking, we’ve realized that we have two large problems.  One, we have too many books.  I think we moved around 25 boxes of books.  We don’t have enough space to put the books on shelves.  Secondly, we have a few boxes of random crap.  These are incredibly difficult to unpack.   Our storage is limited, thus forcing us to ‘downsize’ some of our stuff.  The problem being that the things in these boxes are things we need, they just don’t have a home.  Hopefully we’ll figure this out soon as to not prohibit the unpacking.

But, I’m feeling good.  E seems to enjoy the new place.  He still is a bit bewildered when we’re walking around, and doesn’t seem to enjoy the tub as much (it doesn’t have a curtain but those sliding door things), but he’s getting there, as we are too.

but I’ll blog a bit instead.  I’m waiting for my brother to come down and help me bring a few boxes and miscellaneous items over to our new apartment tonight.  A is at the Celts game (box seats, nonetheless) and E is up in NH for the moving weekend (thank goodness) so I am here, alone, in peace and quiet, and have NO idea what to do with myself.  I lack complete motivation to pack all the odds and ends hanging about.  I lack complete motivation to do anything.  At least I am not playing my DS.

I am always shocked at how quickly and easily I miss E.  It seems like it’s going to be easy, leaving him somewhere for a night or two, but the second it comes to saying goodbye, I get incredibly sad.  I cry when I drive away, and just don’t know what to do with myself when I don’t have him around.

This worries and pleases me.  Worries me because I wonder if I have become ‘just a mommy’.  I don’t want to be just a mommy.  I want to be me too.  But it also makes me happy to know how much I do love him and enjoy his company, even if he is fussy.  So, I guess it’s nice to have these revelations every once in a while.  But goodness-I left E not even 5 hours ago and can’t wait to see him again.

Ok, the official countdown until move day is 4 days.  We aren’t really close to being done packing.  I have no idea how we will ever get close to being done packing.  E is teething again right now.  This means that all day, every day, I must be by his side.  This leaves me no time to pack.  When A gets home from work, he’s here for only an hour.  We can’t accomplish too much during this hour as we have our routine of E’s bedtime.  Then, once he’s in bed, we can’t make too much noise as he’s a light sleeper and essentially anything will wake him.

Now what?  We have 3 more days to get through packing…I have no one I can use as a babysitter during the day, and A won’t leave work early.  I feel like the pressure is all on my to finish packing everything up since I’m home during the day, but I can’t unless I want to leave E screaming.  I tried today-put him in his high chair, gave him a few books, starting packing up a few things.  Within maybe 3 minutes he was screaming.  I left him alone while he cried, hoping he would start to play with some toys, no luck, the screaming just escalated.

This is why I’m super stressed.  There’s so much to accomplish and essentially no time to do it.  This is when I wish we had all the money in the world.  I could get a sitter, or heck, we would hire movers.  But, it’s just me and E during the day.  Me attempting to pack and clean, E preventing it as much as he can.