I’m having extreme anxiety thinking about the prospect of moving. Not just moving… but moving in the midst of having a baby as well as moving into someone else’s house and not being able to have all of our stuff unpacked. Essentially… moving and living out of boxes.
I’m a control freak. I am terrified I’ll have this baby and be in the hospital during the time we need to be packing. No. NO. NO. I NEED to be in charge of the packing. I tossed and turned all morning, (I woke up early) with anxious thoughts running through my head about how I can best organize all of our stuff.
I kept thinking… “Ok, we pack up three types of boxes. One type for storage… color code it…. say, blue and label it with the room its from as well as what stuff is in the box. One type box for garage sale… no color coding, but it needs to go to my mom’s and be stuffed in a garage near our other garage sale stuff (her neighborhood has a large sale every summer). One type for stuff we need and that will go to my mom’s… color code it orange. Label it with its contents as well as room.”
And I’m picturing me going into labor just as we begin packing up my house. And I picture me freaking out and yelling at anyone and everyone for not labeling my boxes or putting the color coded tape on the top. And I picture me spazzing out that I’m going to not know where, say… my box with my sewing stuff is (because I’m going to have tons of time to sew, right? HAHA!).
This whole moving thing is stressing me out. I guess I shouldn’t… because we still have some contingencies that might keep things from happening (the lady backs out of the offer, or our house doesn’t appraise, or something comes back bad on the inspections).
But, see… as of now, we already have our crap stored in three different places as it is. Our house is small and we have very very little storage. So, we have some things stored at Ry’s dad’s barber shop in the apartment upstairs. And we have some things (mostly baby things) stored at my grandma’s in her basement, and we have a few things at my mom’s somewhere… mostly garage sale stuff for this summer. I have no idea what is where…. it took us three trips to these places to find our infant carseat. I thought we were going to have to buy a new one! So… the thought of ALL of our stuff being kept… who knows where (we’ll probably have to rent a storage thingy to keep our furniture and the boxes of things we don’t need for a few months) just freaks me out. What if something IMPORTANT gets put in one of the “Storage Labeled Blue Boxes”? What if something gets lost? What if… what if… what if….??
So, I keep thinking… maybe Hudson needs to come soon. That way I can get home and attempt to get back to “normal life” and be here when we have to start packing the house up. But then I think… maybe he should just hang out longer, like at least my due date or later and that way the inspections and appraisals will be out of the way and we’ll know for sure if we’re moving or not, and I can pack up this house and color code and label before he gets here.
Of course, nothing is going to work out the way it should… that’s how it always goes. I’m sure something will go haywire with our offer, or the appraisal or the inspection. And if all goes well with that I’m sure I’ll end up in labor in the hospital when we need to be closing and packing and moving…..
I need to stop thinking about this.