Moving Day

Moving day can easily be described as the worst day of my life thus far.  It was stressful.  It was chaotic.  We moved into my parents home, temporarily.  My parents home is great, we love it there.  They did their best to clear space for us but honestly, I have a family of six.  It was going to be very tight. 

We realized we needed another storage unit the night before our move and were scrambling to get one that morning before help arrived.  (This resulted in my husband renting a moldy unit - in his defense, he can't see well at all and thought it was dirt AND he was highly stressed.  Why no one else said anything or raised question to this is beyond me.  I didn't find out about the mold for two more weeks which might have been a good thing.)

By early afternoon I lost it.  Completely.  I was crying uncontrollably.  I couldn't stop.  I just cried and cried.  I have never felt so unstable in all of my life.  We were living on top of each other, my parents and sister had already had their "fill" of our family for awhile and yet here we were.  Normally, I love the first couple of weeks with a newborn.  It is hard to adjust but I love the newness and the special spirit they bring into a home.  I love the excitement of siblings.  This was taken from us this time around.  My normally patient parents and sister were also at their end.  My poor kids had 5 cranky, tired, and impatient adults telling them what to do.

Their are much worse things in life.  I do realize.  But for my extremely hormonal body, it was about all I could take.  The best part of all is when we called to ask for our landlords to check us out and they said they were "too busy".  They picked our move out date and they were too busy to come check us out.  I was livid.  Very plainly I explained that "too busy" was unacceptable and they met Marcus at the house that night.  They charged us money for a nail hole in the wall to hang a picture (a picture that we had asked permission to hang) and for some other nick on a wall.  We also paid for a window that we broke (we knew we would need to replace it).  We have never been so anxious to be rid of people in our lives.  I have never seen my husband dislike anyone but boy did this couple top the list for him.  As we went to bed one night he said he never wanted to hear their names mentioned again.  That is big for my hubby.

Side Note:  We recently (5 months later) have had a discussion about progressing towards forgiveness.  We are working on it:).