Farewell, Crib

Well, m’peeps.

A dump run, a household hazardous waste pickup, and a friend of little bro’s who came to the house with a u-haul and left with some furniture that was likely-to-be-donated, has left this house feeling, well...not fully home anymore.

:(

Things are off the walls, the buyers are coming to measure for various items in a couple of days, the true donation pick-up and junk haul-off is happening in another 48 hours, and I’m just ready to close out this chapter, I think.

Some well-intentioned friends have been scheduling goodbye lunches, dinners, outings, and I’m sadly a bit relieved that all of them haven’t been able to pan out due to craziness (hello, elementary school open house night, 1st grade musical performance another night, new roof installation happening tomorrow, and a dozen other major things before and after). There’s only so much time, and it’s a-tickin’ away.

Renovations with the SA house haven’t progressed as swiftly as I’d hoped over the past couple of weeks, either, so we’re no longer looking at a move-in ready scenario for our arrival there this weekend.

So...I’m just adopting a let it go, let it flow mentality. 

Honestly, there’s just so much going on, so much to wrap up, and so much to plan/schedule, that I’m just focusing on the tasks, and eager to get to the point where I can stress and worry about only one homefront and not two.

It’s time to close one chapter.

And speaking of closing a chapter...part of the official donation pick-up in 48 hours involves sending off Little Man’s crib to some lucky new babe.

And though I’m totally ready to see him stretched out with a bit more space (I mean, he really needs it), it’s also wildly emotional to wave goodbye to the final crib of the house, and shut the door on that entire life stage.

Oye. 

Naturally, in preparation for this sobfest of a send-off, I’ve been stealing sleeping pics, ‘cause I’m a stalker Mama like that. ;)

These are from a week or so ago, and my boy just looks about twelve feet tall in tiiight quarters, with lots of “friends” taking up additional room, ha.

(And, yeah, yeah, I see the paci, I’ve addressed the paci, we’ll fight the paci...just not now.)





Pray for peaceful vibes this week on all fronts. My babies are just as eager to get this show on the road as I am. They’re ready to have the whole family in one city every day again.

Countdown: five days.

Moving week: we’ve got this.

Over and out.