Nearly there . . .
. . . . we have finally received the keys to our new house and it was soooo exciting, I felt like a kid with a new toy – rushing from room to room quickly decorating it in my mind. Imagining where all the furniture was soon to sit, hearing the laughter that would soon fill the rooms.
Thankfully we have the luxury of being in our rented house for another week, so we haven’t got the mad rush that you often associate with moving day; frantically packing your life away into boxes and vans in the morning before being told that the house you’re in is no longer yours. Then rushing over to your new house and lugging boxes and furniture from the van before collapsing onto a mattress on the floor because you’re too tired to do anything else.
So this weekend, we have decided to get the children’s bedrooms decorated BEFORE we fill them with furniture. It’s so much easier when there are no beds and wardrobes to shift from one side of the room to the other. Then over the course of the week we are planning on moving a little of our life each day until finally we are settled into our new home ready for baby to arrive.
Being nearly 9 months pregnant, I’ve been given my orders by everyone involved that I’m to do NOTHING! Now this really isn’t me at all, I hate just sitting back and watching others do the work – particularly when it comes to painting as I love nothing more than getting a paintbrush out and transforming a room. Today, I was actually allowed to do some “cutting in” but only if we had all four windows and the patio doors open, AND I was only allowed to cut in around the skirting boards. At least I was able to feel part of it, the rest of my time has been spent driving from DIY store to DIY store, buying more paint, returning excesses, buying blinds and curtains – the list goes on.
I actually feel like I’ve had all of my limbs removed because I’m a real “get stuck in” kind of person so only being able to sit on the sidelines and watch is not how I expected this move to go. I’m not daft, I know that it wouldn’t be sensible for me or baby to be carrying heavy boxes and doing lots of bending and stretching but if that’s your nature, then you just can’t help it.
One thing I have noticed this past couple of days though, is just how bad customer service is getting in many of our high street stores – particularly, as I have found, the DIY stores. Yesterday, I spent a total time of 2 hours queuing in 2 stores because of lack of staff and/or trained staff. Anyone who has been pregnant will know that standing still for long periods of time when you’re heavily pregnant is not good, particularly if, like me, you have low blood pressure. I only need to stand still for 5 minutes before I start to feel faint and dizzy.
Oh well, they do say that the top three stresses in your life are (a) moving house, (b) having a baby and (c) getting divorced. I’m currently trying out the first two and I’m really hoping that they don’t lead to the third! Wish me luck . . . .