Moving House Sucks!

Moving house is one of my least favourite activities of all time.  Couple that with a bit of renovation and multiple illness, and this move has been the worst we've ever done.

It began 2 weeks out from moving with Mr 2 getting the flu.  The proper, days off daycare, not just a cold version.  After 3 days on antibiotics he was as right as rain, but unfortunately Mr Neats had spent his days off hanging with sick child instead of preparing to move. Not ideal.

A week out from moving, I got the flu (thanks little dude!).  I spent a week not able to venture far from the couch, save to make myself a lemsip and slink back under my blanket.  Needless to say, evenings during that week were not spent doing the planned sorting and packing of our assorted possessions.  We did manage to move all of Mr 2's bedroom furniture and our clothing to Nana's house and begin sleeping there on the Sunday of that week.  Mr Neats had the following week off on Annual Leave, so we still had this shift under control.

Mr Neats worked long and hard by himself.  He sanded the most difficult, adhesive covered wooden floors I have ever seen.  He met electricians, plumbers etc at Nana's (she's having a new kitchen put in), he packed and tidied and generally made himself very useful.  But it took longer than we thought (doesn't it always?), so we resigned ourselves to working long nights the following week before our tenants moved in, while Mr Neats' sister looked after Mr 2.

Monday nights I'm busy, so nothing got done that night.  Tuesday night the power went off at Nana's, so Mr 2 was late to bed as the electrician needed to be in his room.  then 2 hours after he (finally) went to sleep, he woke up screaming and having trouble breathing.  To cut a long story short, after a couple of phonecalls we ended up in ED until 3:30am!!  Wednesday was a long day at work for me, and at home for Mr Neats and Mr 2. 

Hospital has fire trucks and funny mirrors.  Also iceblocks which he is convinced "fixed" him.

Wednesday we were far too tired to do anything at our house, but did manage a few hours on Thursday night.  Friday morning Mr 2 wakes at 4am with vomitting!  Another long day for his parents, followed by a very late night (12:30am), but the house was finally clean and tidy enough of the inside!!!  Mr Neats is going to do a bit more tidying outside and in the garage on his days off this week, but we are moved.  Now there is just a wee bit more sorting out to do before we can really say it's over.

Phew!