For the past 7 months, when I sit to type a post, I want to start nearly every one with "Things have been so crazy..." I am beginning to wonder if our life will ever be normal again! I feel confident that things will soon slow down and we'll settle into a routine - even though we'll be welcoming a baby girl into our home in about 4 more weeks.
We spent our last weekend in May packing up the things in our apartment, moving them over to our new house (new to us but not a new construction), and then cleaning the apartment. We were supposed to spend our first night in our house on Sunday night, the 31st, but we ended up staying in our apartment because the remodeling wasn't complete. The remodeling process is a post in itself! I should have recorded all that we've been through so that we could look back on it and tell ourselves how crazy we were! More importantly, we could see the hand of God through every step of the process.
This is how Jackson spent a lot of his time at the house while the remodeling was going on. You should see him drive this car. It boggles my mind. He knows how to drive forward and in reverse and it is amazing to watch him steer. He needs no help whatsoever. Someone asked me how he learned to drive. I didn't really have an answer. Honestly, it was just instinctive. We've given him a few pointers, but he just figured it out during all of the times I let him drive around the apartment complex.


We are pleased with the improvements they've made to our home, but we weren't so happy with their pace. Our contractors knew that we had to be in our home on the 31st and we gave them more than enough time to finish everything. Unfortunately, and in our opinion, they kept putting things off, which other people warned us about, and didn't get things done on time. We wouldn't have been so upset if it wasn't for the fact that we felt like they took advantage of our kindness. Plus, there were several times when they were not working after they had said they were going to be. We've been without our belongings since 5 November. I was 3 weeks pregnant at the time and now I'm in my 8th month. That is a long time to be unsettled and without a bed, which has no doubt been a hardship on us and contributed to our frustration.
Having a few incomplete projects was not what made it hard to move into our house. It was the fact that everything was SO dirty. We had our entire floors redone, which required removing quite a bit of tile. If you've ever removed tile, then you know it creates more dust than you've ever seen in your life! There was dust covering EVERYTHING, which made it hard to move things inside...especially into a closet. I didn't expect to move into filth and I have to be honest and say that I was not happy about it. I was tired. Tired of being unsettled. Tired of not having a normal routine. Tired of sleeping on an air mattress. Tired of constantly having people in my home. The Lord is gracious, however, and He gently reminded me of how blessed I am and straightened out my attitude. Let me say that it isn't that I don't love and appreciate the people who have been remodeling our home. I do! I was just overwhelmed and a little disappointed. The house-buying and remodeling process took so much longer than I had anticipated, and I was honestly worrying about all of the unpacking that I would have to do at the end of my 8th and beginning of my 9th months of pregnancy. For a long time, I've been hoping that we'd have at least a month (if not two) of normalcy to enjoy our last days with Jackson as a family of three.
1 June was our first night in our home (and Jason's mom's birthday). We crammed everything into Jackson's bedroom because it was the one place that was away from all of the incomplete work. Jackson and I slept on the air mattress and Jason slept in the recliner. We did this for several nights until we were finally able to put an air mattress in our bedroom. I spent every day cleaning the house. I had no idea how long it would take (and there are still some things undone).
Our household goods left Virginia on 2 June. They had to arrive in Oklahoma by the 12th. My prayer was that they would arrive earlier than the 12th so that we could receive them on the 12th. I did ask the Lord to please allow us to have our things delivered on the 12th since it was a Friday and would allow us the weekend to work together at unpacking boxes; but, I have to say that I didn't pray that prayer with a lot of belief. You can bet that my heart fell prostrate before the Lord when I found out that our stuff was in Oklahoma on Monday the 8th and could be delivered on Friday, the 12th! It was too good to be true and I couldn't believe that we were finally going to get our beds and couches.
On Tuesday, the 9th, Jackson and I drove to Grapevine to spend the day at Great Wolf Lodge. Melissa's family was vacationing there. I hadn't seen my nephews since February and Jackson hasn't gotten to do anything fun for the past month. I talked to Meredith and asked her to entertain the idea of making the drive from Arkansas with Madalyn. I didn't expect her to do it since she's got a newborn, but SHE DID!!! So the sisters got to see each and all of the cousins got to be together. It was a wonderful day that I will absolutely post about soon.
My dad drove to Oklahoma on Wednesday to help us with our move. We were so blessed by him and would not be where we are if it wasn't for his help. We asked him to come help with Jackson so that we could focus more time on unpacking. Jackson is so content to be outside, but if I'm outside with him, then I can't be inside unpacking boxes. We needed someone to watch him and play with him, and my dad pulled through big time. He not only watched Jackson, but he helped us clean and unpack. His height came in handy many times:)!
Friday was the big day. Initially, Jason was not going to be able to be home because he was in the middle of his annual tour for the Reserves. Fortunately, and I mean VERY fortunately, he was able to work his time so that he could be home to help with the delivery of our stuff. Let me say that there is NO WAY we could have done it without him. It would have been MISERABLE!! I know that my dad and I were thankful all day long that he was there.
Here is a photo of our family taken right after the moving truck arrived:
My dad was such a huge help to us on moving day. When the movers pack your things, they put numbers on everything. You keep this inventory until delivery day. When they deliver your stuff, you check off each number as they bring it off of the truck. My dad was the official number checker. It was great because it freed us to do other things. My dad was in Germany when they packed our stuff and he was in Oklahoma when they delivered it!
Jackson was so excited to see all of his old toys. Every time they brought out something that interested him, he would play with it in the driveway - his shopping cart, his basket of balls, his truck, Jason's lawnmower... He even made use of the mover's ramp. He drove his PUKY car down that ramp tons of times.
When they brought my bed inside, I could not wait to lie on it. It was more comfortable than I remembered. I crawled on my bare mattress, lay down, and thanked the Lord for bringing my bed. For 31 weeks of this pregnancy, I have been without my bed. We have nice air mattresses, but it wasn't until I laid myself on my bed that I realized the toll they had taken on my body. And apparently on Jackson's body. He napped for 4 hours that day!!!
The movers were gone by 1700 and we started unpacking. We unpacked all weekend except Sunday morning when we went to church. We were very fortunate with this move. Nothing was damaged! (The Germans know how to pack well!) There were several things that either the movers brought inside or that we pulled out of a box that we'd forgotten we had. That tells me two things: it's been a long time since we've seen our stuff OR we have too much stuff. I think both are true! Besides my bed, here are some things that I was thrilled to see: my cookbooks!, my maternity clothes (although hardly any of the summer stuff fit), our framed paintings and photos, my shoes, our towels (we've been living with only three), Jackson's jogger and big stroller (he couldn't wait for me to take him on a ride), our travel books, our couches, our grill (Jason is the best at the grill), and...
I am so grateful to finally be getting settled. We left for Utah last Saturday for a week. (I'm actually typing this from my hotel room in Utah.) When we left, the kitchen, dining room and living room were done. Our clothes were unpacked and our closet was organized. All of the beds were set-up except for the baby's crib. (I still haven't washed her bedding. I haven't done anything in her room. I'm saving it for when we return.) My priorities when we return (not in order): organize Jackson's room and closet, unpack the books and put them in the bookcase, clean the powder bath, set-up the baby's room, clean the laundry room cabinets, organize the garage, and pull weeds from the backyard. Hopefully, I can get that done and have meals made before our sweet girl arrives. We are so excited to meet her!