I have fourteen minutes to save the earth tell you about house moving and stuff. Most of our stuff is here now, but we still have the rented house for another couple of weeks, giving us ample time to bring the last few bits and pieces, and do a bit of cleaning. The old house already smells empty, and the new house already smells of whatever it is that we collectively smell of.
On Tuesday, Pete did a mammoth IKEA shop, and came away with everything but the mattress. This is obviously a bit of a nuisance, and we are currently squashed up together on a poxy little double bed, after three years of superking luxury. We have bookshelves! We have shoeracks! And, therefore, we have all we could wish for.
Bernard is, on the whole, reasonably impressed by his new home. He has his own room, although he won’t be sleeping in it for a little while, as I love to lie awake listening to him snore. He does have a changing unit in his nursery, which is a vast improvement on the changing mat on the bathroom floor; it may be the safest place, but one’s knees and back do start to feel the strain of picking up an increasingly heavy baby six to eight times a day. He has had a very disrupted week, but I’m confident that things will settle down again.
Oh, and last night, Pete and I had a date, while my mum babysat. It was lovely.
Yay !
Changing unit? Sounds like some kind of robot on permanent nappy detail. Where do I get me one of those?!
It is a lifesaver to have that rental overlap when you buy a place.
I don’t think I could stand the stress of having to move completely out and completely into a place in one day.
Congratulations all.
I now don’t know where you are, but I’m sur that’s something I’ll figure out at some point if needs be.