I have been baby and husband-less for six hours and have managed to pack about 10 boxes. It's amazing how big a room feels when there is nothing on the walls. So bare and empty.
I'm excited to see the new place like this. When we first get the keys and there is nothing left in the house expect space and possibilities. There is only so much planning you can do before you move into a place, and I am eager to make my own mark on it.
I love the sound of a ticking clock. It's one of my favourite sounds in the whole world. It makes it so the room is not silent and yet it is. I had one of those old fashioned alarm clocks in my room when I was a kid. It was metal and light blue. The hands glowed in the dark. And it ticked. Amazing.
Where will the ticking clock go in the new house? Where will I enjoy the sound the most? The kitchen is too noisy. I don't want it to compete with a tv. Perhaps the storybook room?
I'm most excited about the storybook room. There is a hall way, square shaped room upstairs joining the bathroom and the bedrooms. We are going to put my glider up there and our bookshelves. Every night I will read stories to the kids there and then tuck them into bed. I'm thinking of decorating it with movie quotes and comfy pillows. I love reading.
I See My Red Door
Friday 17 October 2014
Thursday 16 October 2014
36 days left till we move. The house is asleep and yet I am still awake. Reading in the nursery. Not aloud, but to myself. I'm really going to miss this room, miss is more than any other part of this house. It was the first room I painted, the first room I put my personal touch on, the first room of my daughter and my son. So weird to think that when we have another child, it won't have the same nursery. The crib will be the same, the linens will be the same but the room won't. It makes me sad.
I am so excited to move into our new house. It's like a dream house. I keep trying to think of the perfect name for the house. Scarlett had Tara. Alice had Wonderland. Harry had Hogwarts. Lucy had Narnia. There needs to be something. But I can't think of it, not the right one. I mean, it's an old house with tons of character. It needs to be something... something great. But I just haven't found the right yet.
Anyways, it's late and I'm up reading instead of sleeping. All because I'm reading. I don't read as much as I should. I am I love with this book. Something about a good book that makes me want to write. Makes me narrate my life in my head (like someone would be interested in reading my life ha!)
I am so excited to move into our new house. It's like a dream house. I keep trying to think of the perfect name for the house. Scarlett had Tara. Alice had Wonderland. Harry had Hogwarts. Lucy had Narnia. There needs to be something. But I can't think of it, not the right one. I mean, it's an old house with tons of character. It needs to be something... something great. But I just haven't found the right yet.
Anyways, it's late and I'm up reading instead of sleeping. All because I'm reading. I don't read as much as I should. I am I love with this book. Something about a good book that makes me want to write. Makes me narrate my life in my head (like someone would be interested in reading my life ha!)
Friday 10 October 2014
Packing Whine
Packing.
Just the mere thought of it makes me cringe... makes me slump back onto the couch... makes me think of all the things I have to pack thus concluding it is far to much...
Procrastination.
Ya.. that's where I am at. 42 days until we move and my friends keep asking how packing is going. In truth... not so much. Sure we have big Rubbermaid bins down in the basement that are already packed with stuff we don't use. Those are ready. But have I actually picked up some stuff and put it into a box since we sold our place? Nay.
I'm getting close. We have boxes (that some relatives gave us), I am starting to plan my attack. The hutch with all our china and wine glasses (we don't need those things every day and heck, I can drink out of the bottle if need be!) Or maybe our books and movies (no time to really use those plus we have Netflix). But yet here I sit on the couch writing this instead of actually doing it. I am the queen of procrastination... but I KNOW it needs to be done.
One of my close friends is also moving around the same time we are. We were discussing it today and I was surprised (AMAZED even!) to hear she is 90% packed already. And she has two girls the same age as my kids! AND her youngest is sick and has been in and out of the hospital, (pray for her to get a new liver soon please). AND she just had surgery herself.
I professed my amazement to her and she said "I knew the move date was going to come quick so I did everything early." Jaw meet floor. I know that time is ticking and it all needs to be done.. but but but... I DON'T WANNA!
Ok. Seriously. C has inspired me. I AM going to start now... NOW!
Just the mere thought of it makes me cringe... makes me slump back onto the couch... makes me think of all the things I have to pack thus concluding it is far to much...
Procrastination.
Ya.. that's where I am at. 42 days until we move and my friends keep asking how packing is going. In truth... not so much. Sure we have big Rubbermaid bins down in the basement that are already packed with stuff we don't use. Those are ready. But have I actually picked up some stuff and put it into a box since we sold our place? Nay.
I'm getting close. We have boxes (that some relatives gave us), I am starting to plan my attack. The hutch with all our china and wine glasses (we don't need those things every day and heck, I can drink out of the bottle if need be!) Or maybe our books and movies (no time to really use those plus we have Netflix). But yet here I sit on the couch writing this instead of actually doing it. I am the queen of procrastination... but I KNOW it needs to be done.
One of my close friends is also moving around the same time we are. We were discussing it today and I was surprised (AMAZED even!) to hear she is 90% packed already. And she has two girls the same age as my kids! AND her youngest is sick and has been in and out of the hospital, (pray for her to get a new liver soon please). AND she just had surgery herself.
I professed my amazement to her and she said "I knew the move date was going to come quick so I did everything early." Jaw meet floor. I know that time is ticking and it all needs to be done.. but but but... I DON'T WANNA!
Ok. Seriously. C has inspired me. I AM going to start now... NOW!
Saturday 4 October 2014
In Which The Purpose is Introduced to You and We Become Friends
Dorothy Gale once said "There's No Place Like Home". But what is a home really? Is it the materials that make up the house? Is it the structure itself? Or is the memories, the people associated with it?
For Dorothy to go home, all she needed to do was click her red heels together and say three times, "There's no place like home". (ok I know, it was silver shoes, but lets go with the movie version to better illustrate my point.)
For us, we searched high and low for the perfect house and what we found was a charming white house with a red door, this was the sign we needed to say, "there's no place like home."
In Feng Shui, a red front door means “welcome.” I didn't actually know that until a few minutes ago, but I stumbled upon this interesting piece of info and thought, "Hey, this works! I can use this!"
But when I first saw a picture of this house, something about it drew me closer and said "this is your house." I pointed it out to my husband, who claims he had showed it to me already, (we'll just let him think he found it first then shall we?) so we booked a showing.
We went through a lot of stuff, negotiating and what have you to get the house and honestly I just don't feel like it is important to the story, so I shall leave it out except to say that we got it and it is ours. In 48 days, we will get the keys and move into this house. Our dream house and our bit of home.
Now I know that some people are not interested in old houses, they don't see the beauty just see the work involved, or perhaps they do see the beauty but the work needs scares them off. But for my husband and I, we are not scared off. This is the style we are looking for, ghosties and all. (If there should be any, hopefully they are of the Casper nature).
So we will be moving soon and creating this perfect place for us to call "home". "We" being us and our little family. And since I promised there would be introductions, here we go.
Me aka mum or mummy. A nerdy, book reading, sarcastic, anxiety type. I mean, really if you are reading this then you will soon learn all about me.
Husband aka daddy. I haven't really decided if I will use names, I mean privacy and internet and all that stuff. So for short, we'll call him DH. The love of my life and my partner in crime.
Daughter aka B. My first born and truly wonderful, when she's not remembering that she is two and they are terrible. I won't hold it against her because she makes me laugh uncontrollably and is a beautiful soul.
Son aka H. My second born (I say this because we plan on having more.) Also wonderful. He's five months now and the happiest baby I have ever met, unless it's 7:00p.m. and then he's Mr. Fussypants and probably needs to poo.
The Dogs. We have four. But to be fair, together they make up half a big dog, perhaps 40 - 45lbs all together soaking wet? In birth order; C, O, S, N. (again names may come back into play at a later date.)
So now that we are all acquainted and you have an idea of what we are all doing here. I will continue to keep you posted on the goingson of this little place called home.
For Dorothy to go home, all she needed to do was click her red heels together and say three times, "There's no place like home". (ok I know, it was silver shoes, but lets go with the movie version to better illustrate my point.)
For us, we searched high and low for the perfect house and what we found was a charming white house with a red door, this was the sign we needed to say, "there's no place like home."
In Feng Shui, a red front door means “welcome.” I didn't actually know that until a few minutes ago, but I stumbled upon this interesting piece of info and thought, "Hey, this works! I can use this!"
But when I first saw a picture of this house, something about it drew me closer and said "this is your house." I pointed it out to my husband, who claims he had showed it to me already, (we'll just let him think he found it first then shall we?) so we booked a showing.
We went through a lot of stuff, negotiating and what have you to get the house and honestly I just don't feel like it is important to the story, so I shall leave it out except to say that we got it and it is ours. In 48 days, we will get the keys and move into this house. Our dream house and our bit of home.
Now I know that some people are not interested in old houses, they don't see the beauty just see the work involved, or perhaps they do see the beauty but the work needs scares them off. But for my husband and I, we are not scared off. This is the style we are looking for, ghosties and all. (If there should be any, hopefully they are of the Casper nature).
So we will be moving soon and creating this perfect place for us to call "home". "We" being us and our little family. And since I promised there would be introductions, here we go.
Me aka mum or mummy. A nerdy, book reading, sarcastic, anxiety type. I mean, really if you are reading this then you will soon learn all about me.
Husband aka daddy. I haven't really decided if I will use names, I mean privacy and internet and all that stuff. So for short, we'll call him DH. The love of my life and my partner in crime.
Daughter aka B. My first born and truly wonderful, when she's not remembering that she is two and they are terrible. I won't hold it against her because she makes me laugh uncontrollably and is a beautiful soul.
Son aka H. My second born (I say this because we plan on having more.) Also wonderful. He's five months now and the happiest baby I have ever met, unless it's 7:00p.m. and then he's Mr. Fussypants and probably needs to poo.
The Dogs. We have four. But to be fair, together they make up half a big dog, perhaps 40 - 45lbs all together soaking wet? In birth order; C, O, S, N. (again names may come back into play at a later date.)
So now that we are all acquainted and you have an idea of what we are all doing here. I will continue to keep you posted on the goingson of this little place called home.
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