The upside of moving house

We're in the middle of moving house (for the last time, I hope) and I've unearthed some shoeboxes of the culled highlights of my child-raising years. And apparently a large part of my discipline technique consisted of having the kids write an essay along the lines of "Why That Was Not A Really Good Idea". I'd forgotten how funny my kids were. And such writers!
*sigh* If I don't stop reading, I'll never get this house emptied.

God, I loved parenting, though.... Although I imagine the passage of time and the culling has helped

SWest said:

Organizing would be particularly difficult when upside down.

*waits for new 'Cardy thread about blowing something up...*

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Give me time. And some TNT.

The downside of moving today is that all the leaves are falling from the big old tree in the front garden, and there's a warm autumn breeze that's blowing them all around me while I try to pack the car, and it's just like little hands reaching out and small children's bedtime voices saying "Don't go... no don't go..." All those years of bath-times and stories -

*ahem*

none of which, to be fair, were in this house. They were mostly three houses ago. And there's still the shoeboxes full of punishments to be read, when you're settled in New House, and New House is lovely.

Cliff, that would be an excellent idea if my kids were in the same country. Little buggers grew up and moved out of home. Can you believe that? tsk. Ingratitude, thy name is Kid.

We're going back down with another trailer-load of precious things today and then we'll hand over the (quite enormous) cheque and actually own the house tonight. But we can't live there yet - no beds, no fridge, no music. The big truck will do all the furniture shifting next Monday - and in the meantime, I'm going to plant up the vegie garden and source some chickens.

Adventure!!!

Moving Trucks come in one hour. Even the coffee is packed away. This isn't the move from France back to Sydney (that was in April) - this is the move from Old House in Sydney to New House in the Country.

Wish me luck!!! So excited!!!!!

Thank you, darlings mccardey out. When you see me next, I'll be a country girl

Oh, God. The guy in charge of the move seemed a little bit old when he arrived, so we quickly bought in a couple of local lads to meet us at the other end, in case there was too much Heavy Lifting. The old guy is taking the opportunity to instruct them in how to be a Good Mover; which is lovely, but everything is taking hours and some of us are starting to get short-tempered. This might not end well.

Oh, for Christ's sake. Somebody get me a gun.

Repeat after me: it's a beautiful house. It's the last time you'll move. It's the rest of your life.

*sigh*

And they are lovely movers. Especially the old guy. It's just so slooowwww....

On the upside, because of nothing being unpacked yet beyond the First Box, I've just made up our bed with hand-sewn, monogrammed sheets from 1850s France that I bought for 30 euros at vide grenier last European summer. Which I swore I'd never use, in order to keep them safe for the grandchildren.

They're soft as clouds, and they smell of thyme and woodsmoke. So, there's that.

Just found (and disposed of) my first ever dead baby mouse.

I was very brave.