Well, we’re out of our old apartment, and mostly in our new apartment. We moved here a 15 months ago with a Civic full of our stuff- one TV table was our only piece of furniture- because it folded up small, and now we’ve got what seems like a zillion boxes of stuff and lots and lots and lots of STUFF. I have no idea how we got this much in the past year. A lot of it was street treasures, a couple of larger purchases like desks and a used Ikea loveseat, we’re still borrowing things from my parents like a table and chairs and a glider rocker, and kijiji was pretty useful in setting up our home.
I spent hours today unpacking boxes and I still have a room full of stuff that needs to be organized. My business has taken a backseat, Ash and his comfort has become my priority. He seems very stressed.
I thought the move would be easy on him- we’ve travelled out of country twice since he was born, once to Georgia when he was eight months old and then recently to Cuba and he’s been perfectly fine sleeping in hotel room beds, but when this new apartment was empty and I’d load up the stroller with boxes and bring it over he’d walk around it and be weepy. Then when we were cleaning out the old apartment he seemed quite bothered by it being empty. Yesterday was really rough on him- thank god we had my mom here to help keep him occupied. Not to mention some VHS of teletubbies, which also kept him entertained while I unpacked. I normally don’t agree with sticking kids in front of the television, but I have so much to do and no other option. In the past couple of days Ash has been extremely, EXTREMELY clingy- in the literal sense- he’s been hanging onto my legs, often both at the same time, nearly tripping me, so unpacking is impossible when he does that kind of thing. So, teletubbies it is, always followed by some good quality time with me. He can say “tubbies” and signs “more” which means I’m pretty much doomed for when I’m all done packing and he’s used to watching it. I think I’ll have to cut them out completely so I don’t have him asking and me having to say no.
I’m looking forward to this place smelling like us, because right now it smells in part like old cigarette smoke and the other part like old people. It’s a 105 year old house, and the last tenants were here for a long time. The person who we’re renting it from renovated a lot of it- new floors, kitchen, plumbing, insulation and new paint, but the doors are probably the originals- along with the doorknobs, as far as I can tell.
Sleep has been horrible. Ash becons.
