After an exhausting few weeks with the move to our new rental, we are finally starting to get settled. I still have lots of boxes to unload and we’re going to do more purging as we go. We ended up renting a 10 cubic yard dumpster at the Ohio house and just about filled it with stuff. Yet, we still had plenty to move and since hubby took a header on the dumpster and landed in the hospital for almost 2 days (one night in ICU) we didn’t purge all we could have purged. Thankfully, he is recovering fairly well – even though he tires more easily and shows signs of post head trauma. The scar on the back of his head is healing (the 13 staples came out just over a week ago) We are especially grateful to the family and friends who helped while he was in the hospital. My dad flew up to Ohio to drive the rental truck. One neighbor with son and a former co-worker with his wife helped me get the rest loaded onto the truck. Two of Stephen’s current co-workers took a day off work to help unload the truck here while my sister and I finished packing up the townhouse for local movers.
We’ve entered the realm of landlords with the Ohio house. Our new renters say they really like the house. I’m hoping that they stay for a while so that we have our mortgage covered. Then, in a few years we can try to sell it in a hopefully better real estate market.
Everyone in the family adores this new rental. Unlike the cookie cutter townhouse we were renting, this house is unique and in a great neighborhood. We’ve got lots of room inside and a decent size yard outside (about 1/2 an acre). The community has a private beach on a river which is adjacent to a state park. P and R have enjoyed going into the water while D has just played in the sand or on the playground equipment. We have not walked over to the boat launch area where there is a pier with benches. And, I want to start exploring the neighborhood to see what other families live here year round. Until that happens, I’ll keep plugging away at the multitude of boxes and catch back up on laundry.
Along with unpacking, I’ve got a bunch of organizing to do for the new school year. A few books were not ordered so that I had one less box to move from the townhouse to here. And, I have to start putting the lesson plans into Homeschool Tracker to make my life easier during the year. This year will be challenging as D enters the mix with kindergarten work. I am so glad we are using Catholic Heritage Curricula as the base since they make it all mother sized. We are tweaking a bit (using Math U See for math, Apologia Exploring Creation Zoology, and Story of the World Vol. 2), but I know that I can always scale back to the basics to make sure the boys are learning and growing as needed.
Once I can get pictures onto my computer, I’ll share some of recent adventures. While I have one of Stephen’s head the morning after injury, I doubt he wants that posted for posterity!
If nothing else, the past few weeks have taught me a few lessons:
(1) NEVER try to tightly schedule things. Moving the rest from Ohio plus out of the townhouse in under a week was just asking for trouble.
(2) Take help when it’s offered. More than likely I’ll be insisting on paying someone else to do the next move and avoid the injuries that can result from that activity. I found out afterwards that he’d had 2 offers of help with loading heavy and/or difficult items and turned them down. Hindsight’s always 20/20 and I can see that another set of hands and eyes might have kept him from being injured. Having pride and being self-sufficient is nice, but there are times when help is needed.
(3) Even if you think you’ve given away a TON of stuff and thrown out a bunch more, you might still find things you just don’t need. I made 3 trips to Goodwill, a trip to Birthright, and 2 trips to a community shelter provider with things. Also, some items went to resale shops and I passed along a bunch of stuff to a friend. I thought I’d cleared it all out pretty well last fall between donations, give aways, sales and trash, but obviously I was hanging onto more than I realized. Seeing all the boxes we still ended up moving, I can see that there’s probably more to purge. I just hope more goes to bless others than to fill up the landfill.
(4) In an emergency, you truly learn who your friends are and how much they love you. Words can not express my gratitude to our neighbors that not only helped physically with the move once Stephen was injured, but also took the boys so I could be at the hospital or picking Dad up from the airport. My sister delayed her vacation to help on this end while the two guys gave up a vacation day to help out. Our new landlords even went out of their way to get a key to my sister for this house so she didn’t have to wait until Dad arrived with my Stephen’s set. One friend out here brought her 4 kids to help unload the Ohio truck (and my Dad is *very* impressed with them.) while another brought kids to the townhouse to do the move out cleaning for me while I met the movers at the new rental. Some called to offer help, but circumstances prevented it (including bad cell phone reception at this new place.)
(5) The same kids that whine about how they can’t do things can miraculously do them when they see there is no choice about it. On the upside, the boys are now negotiating ‘salaries’ and making out chore lists.
Overall, the experience showed me that I could only handle it all with God’s help and for him I am eternally grateful. By myself, I am weak. With God – and help from others – all things are possible.