We Made It

So, hey! We moved. We survived. Barely.

The movers came, and no one napped. Which is pretty evident just by looking at their little faces. I'm sure a lot of the not-sleeping was due to the fact that a bunch of guys were in the house (or had been in the house), putting all of their toys, beds, and TVs in boxes. It's slightly traumatic for me, so I can only imagine what it's like for the littles. 

I'm still slightly in disbelief that we no longer live in that house. It's empty. (Because GAH no tennants! But that's a story for another day.) We packed up the kids, the dog, the suitcases, and drove 3 hours to our new 'home'.

It was a ROUGH day. We tried to clean our house with the kids running around and awake, and we also had to leave in time for him to sign in to the new unit.... (Which is incredibly dumb....he signed out that morning, and was expected to sign in and the new post before COB on the same stupid day. I can't even.) Both kids passed out before we even got to a place to have lunch. So we decided to haul a** and get as far as possible before someone started crying and/or got hungry.

After what seemed like the longest day ever, we made it. Joe signed in, we got keys to the new place, (thanked God for an amazing realtor managing this place), went to city hall to get water turned on ($$$$$), came to the house, unloaded the car, and then went back out to dinner. At dinner, I ordered the largest beer possible. Because it had been a day and I never wanted this move to happen in the first place.

As stressful as it was for me, it seemed like the girls handled it pretty well. They stayed close to each other most of the time, which made my mama-heart melt. The movers also really liked Charlotte, haha! She provided comedic relief for most of the move. From all the tales I hear about Joe, I think it's a fair assessment to say she is her father's daughter in more ways than one. ;-)

So, there it is. Part of the new house. That's the view from the couch, looking into the kitchen. As much as I don't want to be here (there are days when all of me just screams "I want to go home!"), I really do like this house. The kitchen is smaller, but everything else is really nice. We seem to fit better in this house, which is nice. ;-) The backyard is nowhere near the size of our other house's, but we'll manage. 

If we have to be somewhere for the next 2 years, this isn't the worst place to be. Now, if we could just get our house at Fort Gordon rented, we'd be all set! (So if you know anyone moving to the area..... ;-))

Happy Friday! I'm off to enjoy what is supposed 

to be a gorgeous weekend here, near good 'ole Savannah.