Approximately two weeks ago, the Ypsi house looked like this:
Every single item - books, empty picture frames, dirty laundry, all of it - got wrapped in multiple layers of paper and then entombed in cardboard boxes.
Probably related to the paper (oh Lord, this move killed SO MANY TREES) it took a lot longer than anticipated for the movers to pack and load. So the kids and I fled at the last possible moment, leaving Jon behind to sign off on things late in the evening. I had to drop the animals off Tuesday evening in Illinois and be at the apartment Wednesday morning, so I sped from Ypsi to Aurora with one quick stop for gas and drinks (thank goodness my kids are road pros).
Wednesday I spent all day checking box numbers off the 12-page list I was handed at 9.30am. At 5 I said "I have to go get Jon at the train station." In between I was on my feet trying to figure out where to put things, and the kids had to make do with peanut butter spread on tortillas and apple slices and leftover Hawaiian Punch from our ice cream party on Sunday. I could've ordered in, I guess, but I didn't have time. Seriously, I didn't even have time to think of that until just now.
At one point I thought I was going to hallucinate food, and I broke into the special Michigan candy bar stash Jamie and her family gave us. It totally saved my life. Thanks, Jamie! I still have one left to share on game day. :)
After the movers left, we sort of wandered around, stunned, pulling things out and looking at them and trying to figure out where to put them. A couple of days later my mom arrived. She started opening boxes, and eventually we got most of our stuff out. It's not all put away yet, I'm still working on that, but we know where most things are now.
And pretty much 5 minutes after she went home it was time to prep for school.
For the past 3 years, we've been in a school that did communal supplies. You didn't have to buy a laundry list of things in certain sizes or whatever, you just sent a mass quantity of whatever (wipes, glue sticks, notebooks, pencils) about once a month, and the kids shared everything. This year, I had two kids to buy for, and they each had a pretty good list of very particular items. One classroom specified Puffs tissues. I wandered around Target wondering if I would get a call if I bought Kleenex or a different size post it note pack instead... "Excuse me, Ms. Sturm, we specified 2x2" post its, NOT the 1 1/2x3" post its."
I mean, no, of course they wouldn't -- would they? I don't know anything about this school yet though, and figured it's best to stick to the list and not take liberties. I bought the Puffs.
Yesterday the kids and I hauled all their supplies to school for the meet-the-teacher open house. I stacked the Puffs tissues with all the other Puffs tissues and noticed I wasn't the only one confused by the Post It note thing. We met teachers (yay!) and I met a few moms who also live in our apartment complex. I liked them. I like Wheaton in general so far. The weather's been gorgeous, our neighbors have all been super nice, and the proximity to Jon's office makes us positively giddy. He biked to work the other morning. No big deal - 2 miles there, 2 miles home. He even found a path that took him through the forest preserve for part of the trip. He's taken the bus several times, too, which is a brief ride. I think walking to and from the bus stops takes him longer, actually.
Of course, right now he's hobbling around on crutches -- all the moving and walking and up-and-down-the-stairs-ing of our new place seems to have done a number on his left knee. So we've gotten to know the local urgent care, and the staff seems both kind and competent, and they even called around until they could squeeze him in to see a knee guy right away. An MRI is next, and we'll see what comes after.
And today, this guy - remember this guy? - started 3rd grade.
His legs are a wee bit longer now.
And he had a good day. Thank goodness, because all I kept thinking the past 2 weeks, during all the weirdness and the curve balls, was "I hope the move is worth all this." The jury is still kind of out on that, and it's not like it even matters because we're here now and I'm NOT repacking all that paper, but it was great to see how happy he was when he stepped off the bus.
Tomorrow it's Annabel's turn to ride the bus and try out school. My fingers are crossed!