I have several friends that had a child many years after their first. At one time or another all of them have said something along the lines of being able to feel the years in their bodies. I totally understand when they talk about this. My oldest and youngest are four and half years apart and I remember feeling so much older (in a bad way) with Benjamin. There was just so many more aches and pains.
That's how I felt last night and how I still felt today: old. Or maybe just so much older! I just don't remember moves being so exhausting. And, yes. I think I do have too many possessions. We already for at least three boxes for the Goodwill along with a microwave, and three pieces of furniture. (I see a craigslist in our future.)
The movers arrived just before ten in the morning and we didn't really stop until after six. We did get a break around two when they left to get the rest of the crates. (We had ten, but only eight fit on the trailer.) I had already talked to the children about unpacking as much as we can while they were here. That way when they leave, they can take the empty boxes and all that packaging paper. Then we would have a lot less to store until they could come back for the rest of the empty boxes. For the most part the kids worked really hard. Of course, as the day wore on, the less enthusiasm they showed! At about four thirty all the crates were unpacked and I was ready just to say make sure all the beds and tables (and anything else that had been taken apart) are put together and leave so I can rest, but then we were told they would NOT come back for boxes. What we wanted them to take then was fine, but unlike in the past they would not return on another day for any garbage.
What? Oooo. We were so not happy.
So, Drew said that they would stay then and unpack every box. And they almost did. I did stop them from unpacking all the book boxes. I told Drew I just was not able to face stacks of books on the floor.
The movers attitude was pretty good for most of the day until they heard they would be required to put together beds and tables and a basketball goal. Oh, well. Not my problem. One of our benefits as a military member is to have household goods unpacked. And yes, unpacked means back to the state it was in before the movers arrived at the previous location!
And they did.
The house is now in a total shambles. And Drew and I feel old. We both talked about how tired we still are at twenty-four hours after the movers left. I really do feel my age. Here's praying my next move will not be for a long, long time.