I’m sitting in the quiet of our new house. I’m surrounded by boxes and I can’t find the damn allen wrenches and my feet are sore but the house is starting to slowly take shape.
Mr. Monkey and the boy are away for the weekend (Mr. Monkey had raced a 5K today and came in third in his age group and 6th overall which means two things: he is studly and the 50-54 age group is pretty darn quick) and I will try to have the house in some amount of order before they get home, or at least have the kiddo’s room safe for inhabitation. There will be negotiations and re-arrangings and things that will have to happen before we are truly settled but I have a good feeling about this house.
Though it boggles my mind a little to think of this, this will be the 5th house (in not yet six years of marriage) for Mr. Monkey and I. We are in agreement about which of the previous four houses was our favorite but I hope that this house will rise to the top of the list.
Between the new job and the new house I feel like this is a time of transition. I hope very much that it is a good transition and that this new place will be a place of good memories, frequent visits from friends and happy family times.
I also hope, very much, that the unpacking will take care of itself whilst I sleep in tomorrow.
That could happen, right?