Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Friday, July 16, 2010
Help Me Hide my TV
Just before we moved here Joe purchased a giant television. I'll be honest, I mostly hate it. It's gigantic. But, alas, it's here. Now I need to make it inconspicuous. I have yet to find anything that will hide this behemoth when we are not watching it. Please tell me that someone out there is aware of something. The TV is 46" - I welcome your suggestions.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Pure Torture
Some things are not meant to go together. Though I suspected it at the outset, when you combine this:
And, this:
It results in Hell on Earth.
A month after moving to Florida we are still partially in boxes; we are still unsure of how we will finish putting our house together. We are still in a state of chaos and until yesterday I was nearly certain we would live that way for eternity. But last week I started to get antsy. It's been bugging me to be so unsettled so long after moving here. To remedy the problem I decided to buck up and make the trek to Ikea (because it's affordable) all by myself with two kids. *bad idea*
2:15pm - - Ikea is about 1 hour and 15 minutes from my house. Henry and Amelia both slept the entire drive. *success*
3:30 - - We arrived at Ikea and sat in the car for fifteen minutes while I fed Amelia so we would have some uninterrupted shopping time. *success*
3:45 - - My strategy was to put Amelia in the Snuggli (baby carrier on my chest) and Henry in the shopping cart with his Leapster game. So, after feeding Amelia, I stepped out of the car and proceeded to put her in her Snuggli. While I was occupied, Henry proceeded to lock and shut all the car doors. Everything (except the people) was inside. No keys. No wallet. No binki. No glucometer or insulin. Nothing. *serious failure*
3:50 - - Go inside and find nice stranger with iPhone to lookup and call locksmith to my rescue.
4:05 - - Go outside to wait for locksmith. Henry informs me he must pee now. I cannot go inside or I risk missing the locksmith, so instead I make Henry pee on a tree. Thirty minutes, $120 and one indecent exposure later, I again have access to my car. *sigh*
4:35 - - Proceed inside to begin shopping trip. Henry spots the kids care center and decides it looks fun and insists on staying. *success*
4:45 - - Henry and I learn that he is too short to stay. Henry cries. No, Henry wails. *failure*
5:00 - - Get Henry ice cream. Begin shopping (three hours after the beginning of our journey). Tired already. *sigh*
5:45 - - Spend 30 minutes in the family bathroom. Feeding Amelia. Changing her diaper twice. Really grossed out by the bathroom. *yuck*
6:15 - - Tired of shopping (actually, just looking) we stop at the cafe for dinner. Amelia is crying and getting sick of being ignored. Henry is running amok. I am one of THOSE mothers now. (You know, the crazy frazzled one at the store with multiple children.) *embarrassed*
7:15 - - Begin making a list of the things that need to be picked up. Realize I cannot possibly do all this alone with two kids. Consider leaving with nothing. *depressed*
7:20 - - Henry pinches his bottom while playing in the shopping cart. Commence wailing yet again. *careful not to get frustrated, why did I come to Ikea with two kids!?!*
7:30 - - Find nice worker who tells me how to make the list and have the Ikea workers pick it up for me and deliver it to my house, for a fee of course. *finally success*
Finally, at 8:00 we get in the check out line. Wait for a half hour in one line and Twenty minutes in the home delivery line. Too many lines! *serious stress*
After finalizing everything we go back to the car where I again feed Amelia. On the road again. It is now at least 9:00pm.
After driving for 3 minutes Henry informs me he must go pee, even though I had just minutes earlier instructed him to go pee before we left and he didn't have to go. We have to pull over at a gas station. *frustration*
By now Amelia is very upset at being ignored and carted around all day. She cries most of the way home. *sad* *failure*
After thirty minutes we pull over and lay on the grass together. I can't wait to get home but the kids need some down time right now. *undecided*
While I am occupied with Amelia Henry proceeds to lock and shut all doors. *mad*
Luckily I'm brilliant and kept the keys with me this time. *success*
11:00pm arrive home. Joe puts Henry to sleep and Amelia refuses. She is not tired. *sigh*
12:30am restless sleep.
And, this:
It results in Hell on Earth.
A month after moving to Florida we are still partially in boxes; we are still unsure of how we will finish putting our house together. We are still in a state of chaos and until yesterday I was nearly certain we would live that way for eternity. But last week I started to get antsy. It's been bugging me to be so unsettled so long after moving here. To remedy the problem I decided to buck up and make the trek to Ikea (because it's affordable) all by myself with two kids. *bad idea*
2:15pm - - Ikea is about 1 hour and 15 minutes from my house. Henry and Amelia both slept the entire drive. *success*
3:30 - - We arrived at Ikea and sat in the car for fifteen minutes while I fed Amelia so we would have some uninterrupted shopping time. *success*
3:45 - - My strategy was to put Amelia in the Snuggli (baby carrier on my chest) and Henry in the shopping cart with his Leapster game. So, after feeding Amelia, I stepped out of the car and proceeded to put her in her Snuggli. While I was occupied, Henry proceeded to lock and shut all the car doors. Everything (except the people) was inside. No keys. No wallet. No binki. No glucometer or insulin. Nothing. *serious failure*
3:50 - - Go inside and find nice stranger with iPhone to lookup and call locksmith to my rescue.
4:05 - - Go outside to wait for locksmith. Henry informs me he must pee now. I cannot go inside or I risk missing the locksmith, so instead I make Henry pee on a tree. Thirty minutes, $120 and one indecent exposure later, I again have access to my car. *sigh*
4:35 - - Proceed inside to begin shopping trip. Henry spots the kids care center and decides it looks fun and insists on staying. *success*
4:45 - - Henry and I learn that he is too short to stay. Henry cries. No, Henry wails. *failure*
5:00 - - Get Henry ice cream. Begin shopping (three hours after the beginning of our journey). Tired already. *sigh*
5:45 - - Spend 30 minutes in the family bathroom. Feeding Amelia. Changing her diaper twice. Really grossed out by the bathroom. *yuck*
6:15 - - Tired of shopping (actually, just looking) we stop at the cafe for dinner. Amelia is crying and getting sick of being ignored. Henry is running amok. I am one of THOSE mothers now. (You know, the crazy frazzled one at the store with multiple children.) *embarrassed*
7:15 - - Begin making a list of the things that need to be picked up. Realize I cannot possibly do all this alone with two kids. Consider leaving with nothing. *depressed*
7:20 - - Henry pinches his bottom while playing in the shopping cart. Commence wailing yet again. *careful not to get frustrated, why did I come to Ikea with two kids!?!*
7:30 - - Find nice worker who tells me how to make the list and have the Ikea workers pick it up for me and deliver it to my house, for a fee of course. *finally success*
Finally, at 8:00 we get in the check out line. Wait for a half hour in one line and Twenty minutes in the home delivery line. Too many lines! *serious stress*
After finalizing everything we go back to the car where I again feed Amelia. On the road again. It is now at least 9:00pm.
After driving for 3 minutes Henry informs me he must go pee, even though I had just minutes earlier instructed him to go pee before we left and he didn't have to go. We have to pull over at a gas station. *frustration*
By now Amelia is very upset at being ignored and carted around all day. She cries most of the way home. *sad* *failure*
After thirty minutes we pull over and lay on the grass together. I can't wait to get home but the kids need some down time right now. *undecided*
While I am occupied with Amelia Henry proceeds to lock and shut all doors. *mad*
Luckily I'm brilliant and kept the keys with me this time. *success*
11:00pm arrive home. Joe puts Henry to sleep and Amelia refuses. She is not tired. *sigh*
12:30am restless sleep.
I definitely won't be doing that again.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Living in Florida
"It's like a vacation every day here mom!"
That's what Henry said to me the other day. And, so far, for Henry, Amelia and I that has been the truth. Our days are spent at the ocean, pool or splash park. We have annual passes to Disney (all the parks), NASA, and the Alligator Zoo. Tonight we are going to a medical dinner at the Daytona speedway and Henry can't wait to drive on the track, something we apparently get to do.
Moving to Florida is probably not everyone's dream come true. But, we're not those people. We have loved it here so far.
Our ward is fabulous. There are lots of old people but there is also vibrant group of young families who all spend a lot of time together. In Utah wards have the obligatory play date once a week or once a month, events rarely attended in wards I've been in. Here it's like torture for the moms if they don't hang out three times a week. I have loved spending time with these women. In addition Family Home Evening here is like a Utah singles ward, everyone congregates at someone's house for a group FHE.
Joe's co-residents are, thus far, fabulous. There are eight of them. Several of them have children, some Henry's ago. And, regardless, we have very much enjoyed getting to know them all. They all seem to be very social, happy people. Both qualities we adore in our friends.
Our neighborhood is great. I think we live on the senior citizen street. That said, people still come over to say hello and make sure we are adapting well. And, every time we go to the pool (we have a community pool) we make new friends. Henry has a buddies named Garret, Cody and Libby and several still who I couldn't name. The neighborhood here feels different from any neighborhood I've ever been in. It's not okay to be private, you are expected to make friends and be friends with the people around you... people here are ridiculously friendly.
Our banker, grocer, real estate agent and others have offered their hands in friendship and their knowledge of the area.
I still think Daytona is ghetto. It's smaller, more spread out and less clean looking. But, the people here are fabulous which is making it feel a lot more like home.
Moving to Florida is probably not everyone's dream come true. But, we're not those people. We have loved it here so far.
Our ward is fabulous. There are lots of old people but there is also vibrant group of young families who all spend a lot of time together. In Utah wards have the obligatory play date once a week or once a month, events rarely attended in wards I've been in. Here it's like torture for the moms if they don't hang out three times a week. I have loved spending time with these women. In addition Family Home Evening here is like a Utah singles ward, everyone congregates at someone's house for a group FHE.
Joe's co-residents are, thus far, fabulous. There are eight of them. Several of them have children, some Henry's ago. And, regardless, we have very much enjoyed getting to know them all. They all seem to be very social, happy people. Both qualities we adore in our friends.
Our neighborhood is great. I think we live on the senior citizen street. That said, people still come over to say hello and make sure we are adapting well. And, every time we go to the pool (we have a community pool) we make new friends. Henry has a buddies named Garret, Cody and Libby and several still who I couldn't name. The neighborhood here feels different from any neighborhood I've ever been in. It's not okay to be private, you are expected to make friends and be friends with the people around you... people here are ridiculously friendly.
Our banker, grocer, real estate agent and others have offered their hands in friendship and their knowledge of the area.
I still think Daytona is ghetto. It's smaller, more spread out and less clean looking. But, the people here are fabulous which is making it feel a lot more like home.
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