I've survived. Right now, I feel like the only person that ever moved. Maybe it's because I did three HUGE moves in 9 years. Too much. This house is going to be the "pine box" house. Next time I move - they're carrying me out in a pine box.
Once I find my camera I'll take some pictures of the new cat den. They wrapped the cage around the side of the house and enclosed some bushes and some climbable mini-trees. I woke up this morning to the chatter of black squirrels scolding my cats who were in the cat den. Sherman and Parker were frozen in excitement. Success!
I'm feeling guilty this afternoon because I have boxes upon boxes to unpack, but here I am writing in my blog. PLUS I went shopping at The Container Store this morning. I think I'm just burned out and need to do something fun. We found a huge bouquet of flowers on the front porch yesterday morning with a darling "Welcome Home" card from our new neighbours.
Don't know how I did it, but I managed to do adoption calls and take foster home inquiries during the move. There was a point in the 2-day move where I had the phone under my chin, carrying a box and chatting merrily about one of our adoptable cats. I think the rescue had about 6 hours in downtime between offices, internet connection and phones. Not too shabby!
David and I are back in our king size bed again. (post house staging) We've been falling into bed at night with such exhaustion that we haven't had a chance to fully enjoy the additional space. All I know is that as much as I love my husband, I'm SO FREAKIN' GLAD he's *over there* on the otherside of the bed. Too much togetherness is for the under 25 years old set. :) The cats seem happy to spread out too.
Looking forward to being back into some form of routine. I didn't unpack even one box today, so that's not a good start. :) But I *am* cooking dinner! God help me if I eat one more piece of pizza or McDonald's. Puke.
I hope the oven works...