So here we are. In an effort to stay connected with the people that I left behind the next chapter of my postings will largely follow our adventure through our move to another province, another lifestyle and the adventures in between.
The last several days have been the craziest, most exhausting days I have ever had, including having babies. It started with a last minute decision to pack a Uhaul and bring all our belongings with us on our first trip out to get Rylee set up in school. So Sunday afternoon at 3 we called and arranged to pick up the truck at 7am.
Start the circus.
Maurice and I begin the daunting task of loading up the Uhaul. We send off the older kids to have one last play date with the neighbors. Our 7 month old decided to take the morning to have the longest nap of her life – 4 hours. Other than the fact that we had a 26 foot truck to fill we were moving. We figured it would take all day to pack that thing. Then the neighbors started showing up. The work got divided and before long (3 p) we were ready to go. Seeing the neighbors come out like that made me miss my neighborhood already.
So off we went, I with the kids in the van and Dear hubby’s driving the movingy now truck. We oukked in to Winnipeg at 11:30 after a rather uneventful trip (I suppose the kids are getting good at it by now).
Sneak in to the house, poor a stiff drink, cheers to our new adventure and fall sleep before our heads hit the pillow.
Day 1 as a Manitoban.
We have a short morning at home then off we go to tour the school for our new Grade 1 girl. Follow that up with a tour through the back roads and off to our first supper with some soon to be neighbors. And by neighbors I mean 10 minutes away neighbors.
We received such a warm welcoming and had such a great time that I actually started to feel sad. it’s beginning to dawn on me what all this means, but I won’t dwell on that here.
So we get back to our hostel around 9:30 with very tired kids and the first day of school the next day. I am a snoring mess on the couch before 10:00pm.
Remember that 4 hour nap that my baby daughter had? Yeah well that turned out to be for teething. About the time we get to Winnipeg is about the time that her tooth is started to press on her gums trying to penetrate the flesh. My poor baby girl is not herself. And by not herself I mean she is up every 45 minutes needing a little comfort. IotS one of the longest nights of my life and by long, I mean short and full of panic attacks reminding me that I need sleep or I’ll never make it.
The sleepless night sets the stage for a late start for our daughters first day of school. We are cruising down the highway to get her there on time. She makes it but barely of course her stoic nature never lets on that she is stressed about it, but dad sure is!
I get to watch her give me a wave and then disappear in to her new school, left wondering how her day will go.
Up to this time we never actually had a mortgage for the property we bought. Our bank passed on it because of a technicality with the appraisal. We got the notice that our new local Credit Union was going to step up. It took almost two hours at the bank to get everything signed. My hubby and I were texting each other as I sat in the van with the baby and the firecracker. My dear two year old had lots of questions and was starting to get antsy. I warned my hubby that if he didn’t hurry up I was going to send a the firecracker in. About 10 minutes later we walked in. All the ladies at the branch smiled as we walked through the door knowing exactly what I was there for. So I let our dear two year old entertain them for a while.
To summarize that hour, Our dear daughter made herself at home. She dragged over the kiddie chair from the kiddie area up to the teller wicket and explained that if she stands on the floor she can’t see but if she stands on the chair she can see. As she explains this her nose pokes just above the wicket. The branch manager will trip over that same chair sending it rattling across the lobby. At one point, our little firecracker sits in the manager’s office as we sign the papers. She sucks on her second of three suckers but decides that the purple sucker isn’t quite what she was looking for and removes it from her mouth. While eyeing up the executive desk she places the sticky, have eaten sucker on the top and begins licking the side of the desk. All we can do is shake our heads and suggest that she stop doing that. We would gladly take her sucker away if she prefers the desk. She was all over the place managing to score not one but two bank mascot stuffed animals.
Now that we had killed almost two hours in the bank, we had less than four hours to get back to Winnipeg, unload the u-haul and drive back to Teulon to pick up our daughter after her first day of school. All the while having our busy two year old help us.
We high-tailed it back to the city, a quick stop to pick up the moving truck and drive to the storage facility. Just so you know, drive in and drive up facilities are two entirely different layouts. I suppose a drive-in facility would come in handy when it’s 40 below and you don’t have a five bedroom house to move through the building. We weren’t so fortunate to get the drive up facility No. We found ourselves backed in to a giant warehouse with rows and rows of storage units.
One would think they couldn’t all be full, but I guess they were because we started the daunting task of unloading the massive 26′ truck dolly by dolly. Each teetering dolly would have to be rolled through one entire side of the building about 70 yards and then down a row to the very end about 40 yards. Every. Single. Thing. You almost wanted to cry after steering the first load to the exact opposite end of the building. It was an impossible task.
I think even our two year old caught on the misery because she was first on duty to rock her baby sister in the stroller when she cried. Oh yeah, did I forget to paint that picture? We had suckered in our host for the month (him having no idea that he would be running more yards than a wide receiver in a season) so there were three people to load the dolly off the truck, push it through the rows and unload it in the storage bin then push it, empty and clanking, back to the truck to be reloaded.
Either the two year old had tired herself out at the bank, or she really did feel the stress levels. It got even better when the customer service rep came in looking for a credit card because the free storage promotion was for one storage bin only and we were going to need a second one. It would be $215. .???
Yeah, um, no. I suggested she talk to someone about the logistics of trying to fit a 26′ truck into a 10′ locker and asked her to question the math of the original arrangement, at what point should someone have mentioned that we would be trying to shove everything in to a free 10′ locker mysteriously located in the deepest possible corner. The lady was the absolute nicest person I have ever got to work with. I suppose it would be hard to be mean while you watch three grown people dripping sweat as the literally run through the warehouse to meet their deadlines. Needless to say, the second locker was free. Free and also located directly across the aisle from our first locker. I suppose it’s better that all of our stuff was in one area.
Time flew as the walls whizzed by. Suddenly it was time to get on the road to pick up our daughter from school. But not done yet. So off I go with the kids to drive to Teulon. We get there in lots of time only to turn around to race back to pick up daddy and drive him to the airport. All the while him stressing as his flight left in 45 minutes as we pulled in to the giant airport and he wasn’t checked in yet. Would be tight.
On Damage control, he gets a friend to check him in online only to find out that his flight isn’t for another hour and a half. Good thing we stressed the entire 40 minute drive through rush hour traffic.
So daddy gets dropped off and suddenly it feels like the world starts to slow again. But oh wait, there’s more! It’s time for a celebratory supper to ring in a new school year with three adults and, count them, seven children. Yep seven children. That restaurant cleared out mighty fast. Until it was just us not so quiet family of 10 in the restaurant and the folks in the VLTs. There was only one moment of panic when who would go missing but my firecracker. I’m checking the halls, between tables, behind the VLTs… There are a few looks of disgust as I trace through the gamblers, then comes the banging on a door at the back of the building. I open the women’s bathroom door to see my two year old wiping her hands on her pants as she walks out undaunted.
Then it’s out the door, home to bath three kids and get them all to bed.