Today we moved out of our house for what we hope will be for one week, no more than two. My commute will lengthen a bit, but not too much, where we will all reside at my parents’ house. We are finally doing house renovations that we’ve been talking about for a couple of years. We never knew in what capacity to do it all and with baby #2 on the way and enough living in the house in its current condition, we knew it was time to take action.
Bub and I are very tired. Not only was I tired to begin with being 7 months pregnant, but add to that the fact that this time away from home is as if we temporarily moved. Add to it a last work trip next week and the fact that once we return home, not only do we expect to see great improvements, but I’ll have to put my nesting hat on to not only tidy and clean anything not up to spec, but to also put everything back in its place. We’ll finally be able to finish decorating Ian’s new room. I look forward to that in addition to taking out baby stuff that Ian once had (when we were anticipating either a boy or girl) and babying up the nursery again and making it less boyish in case we do have a wee pink thing.
Ian has been in his new bed for almost 2 weeks. We take him away from that new routine to have him back in his pack ‘n play for when we stay with my parents, starting tonight. He has been so adaptable. Not only do I love him with all my heart, he just makes me so grateful that he is so easy-going. Just like his daddy.
My office is hot and I’m thinking about leaving early. I’m spoiled with my 10-minute commute to work or daycare and it will be interesting to see how Ian does with a longer drive to his grandparents on our way home starting tonight.
I’ve taken for granted the ease in which we live at home and the way we go about our lives. It’s strange to think I’m actually nervous to return and spend the night–make that many nights–in a place I have not slept since I was home during college breaks. To think I grew up in the house that we will stay at and that I’m now nervous to return. I think it’s more about the dynamic. My mother loves Ian to pieces as she should, but sometimes you just want your alone time and I’m afraid it’s going to be hard to pry him away for a snuggle of my own this next week or two.
On the bright side, maybe I can get some relaxation in. Bub and I will have no planning to do for the house work that began today, no real spaces to clean, just the usual groceries and laundry to handle…could it be that it’ll actually be quiet?
Here’s to an early bedtime tonight and an easy transition to our home away from home…