I have to say, waiting to move into a new house is kind of like being pregnant. Or at least this move has been like that.
There was the initial excitement, the long wait, and now the final days of countdown until our stuff is delivered at the new place.
And we are getting super excited. But totally itchy and anxious at the same time.
It's been wonderful to hang with Nana and Pop pop for 6 months, but we are ready to get back to our usual routine.
Simple things like doctors appointments have become SIGNIFICANTLY more tricky with a 4 hour round trip commute. Which means I plan as much into a trip as possible.
Lemme give you a sense of what I mean. This was our schedule today:
5:00 a.m. Woke Up (yeah, you read that right, a.m.)
5:30 Woke babies up
6:00 Got on the road to DC
8:30 Sterling's old pediatrician for records
9:00 Met Sterling's preschool teacher
10:00 Bennett's Doctor Appointment
11:00 Sterling's Doctor Appointment
12:00 Visited Mall To Let Kids Run
1:30 Caraline's Doctor Appointment
3:15 John's Doctor Appointment
7:00 Got home
Oh yeah, and LOTS of driving and crying babies in the middle of that.
Which means we did everything we could to find opportunities to burn a little naughty off the monkeys.
Like let them practice their DJ skills on the car knobs while waiting for daddy to get out of his appointment.
Bennett had a tendency to vacillate between religious talk radio and death metal. Wonder of that is a commentary on his conflicted view of the world, or if his chubby little hands are just incredibly adept with the buttons and knobs of my car. Sterling was digging the Miley Cyrus, which is a whole issue in and of itself...