Friday, October 12, 2018

#last90days

Day 3 of me doing the #90lastdays challenge..and day 2 of me actually waking up on time to do my version. I should probably figure out what I want the other 4 items on my daily to do list are. It's Rachel Hollis' newest motivational idea. 90 days left of the year...spend them on an upward climb instead of a downward spiral. In a nut shell. 

She has 5 items on the daily check list. And now that I'm trying to find said checklist at 545am I realize I must be using the wrong hashtag. Oiy. Need.More.Coffee. 

So it's like...get up an hour early. Drink an assload of water. Exercise at least 30 minutes a day. Write down 10 things you are grateful for. and one more thing...I only have like 25 more minutes until my monsters may wake up..I don't have time to research it right now. 

I figure, I should already be drinking that much water and moving for 30 minutes a day...but ok I'll admit I'm not. Maybe I'll try to do all those and my blogging/reading routine will take place of the grateful part. I've never been good at that. I'm not a deep person and I feel like it puts so much pressure on me to have these deep things I'm grateful for. I don't think I can focus that much and that long on one task to really write something profound. 

I mean right now...I'm grateful Jensen went back to sleep. I'm standing outside his door at 5:32 hanging birthday streamers and he throws open his door. I don't have his birthday balloons out yet...the streamers are all in my hand...not a fun birthday surprise. AND I wanted to blog and drink coffee. So yes. I am grateful he went back to bed. 

I don't feel that is deep enough to write on paper and look back at in a few weeks and think "Woowww Pam. You really get life." I'd look back and roll my eyes and think "Yup. You got lucky Sutter. You almost legit had to start your day at 530...and end up with a crabby 3 year old by noon."

FOUND IT!! It's #last90days.

God that'd be embarrassing to base my stuff on the wrong hashtag. I should probably tell the other 2 people I found on Facebook that are also doing it wrong. Then we can join the 15K other people who have their lives together. 


Weird how I forgot the food one. 

I saw someone was giving up coffee creamer. Ummmmmmmm. No. How does one drink their coffee with no flavor and close their eyes and pretend they are in a hotel room on a beach with no one bothering them? Not that I do that. I'm just saying hypothetically how would one do that?

I suppose I should just stick to her 5 huh? I mean this women has sold 9 million copies of Girl WasYour Face (those are my estimated numbers not actual fact.). I think she knows what is going on.

Fun fact: When I started this blog it was titled: Why We Sold Our House. Clearly my brain didn't like that.  

I should have some catch phrase to end my blogs. Like Al Roker "Let's see what's happening outside your window!" or "Stay Classy San Diego!" 

If you want to laugh right now..please go google Anchor Man Quotes. 

Have a good day everyone! Make someone smile today. 

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Adjustments

We have been at my parent's for about 2 weeks now and everyone is finally starting to adjust.

I would say Jensen had the hardest time with the move..followed by Bernie. When we got here Bugs kept saying he wanted to go home. We would tell him we were home and his would just shake his head and say "no...my home!"


Ugh. If anything makes you cry...it's your kid not understanding what huge life event you're all going through.


He is up almost every night. My parents have two ways to get downstairs from our rooms and we have one gated off because I have pictured him sleeping walking and falling down it more times than I can count. Pretty much every night the first week he would end up screaming somewhere between 230 and 330. One night Thane found him downstairs on the other side of the house screaming "Mooooommmmmmmyyyyyyyy!!!!" He couldn't find me. Thane's response apparently was "Well..a good place to start to find mommy would be in our room buddy." If only you could reason with a half asleep almost 3 year old. Or just a 3 year old in general...


Since that night we blocked the hallway going down the back stairs too with our laundry hamper. The next night we woke up to him wailing outside our room. I threw open the door and he was walking back and forth in the hallway crying for me. I thought maybe he just doesn't understand where our room is...but nope. I woke up a few hours later with him in my face asking about his Nuk. He defiantly knows where our room is.


Bernie. Did you know our dog could tap dance?


Me either. Until I heard him pacing in my parent's tiled kitchen at 430am. His toe nails. Ugh we need to get them cut.


For a few days he was so restless. He likes to follow me everywhere in general but now he has a substantial amount of square footage to cover to do so. Poor guy. He would sit down..settle his old bones..and then I would hop up to do something and he would slowly stand up to follow me. He didn't seem to relax until I found his blankets to cover his toddler mattress that is in our room. Because yes...that is his dog bed. He's huge. I posted a picture of him the day I found them...he laid down and instantly passed out.


We are slowly getting things unpacked or put away in the storage area.


Lesson learned: It doesn't matter if you are exhausted and want to just throw all your shit away instead of unpacking it...just unpack the damn boxes. ASAP.


and hire movers.


We have been SO busy since we moved. It seems like we have something every night. It is making it impossible to unpack.


I could unpack during the day but on top of trying to get ready for 2 birthday parties I have to do laundry.


Yes laundry.


We took our washer and dryer out the Saturday before we moved. No, we didn't sell it with the house because the washer took a shit 2 days after we decided to list and instead of taking the risk that Thane couldn't fix it and we would have to buy a new one...we just took it off the listing and it is now in storage. Also, want to know a really fantastic time for your washer to break? When you are trying to potty train a super stubborn 2 year old.


So anyways. Washer was out a few days before we were..oh wait best part.


Two Saturdays before closing was our "move big stuff day" including the wash but we had my nephew's birthday party before hand. So we all get back in the car after the park party to rush home to get going and Camden has a Gatorade bottle he is playing with. Driving along....."MOM!!!! Camden took off his cap!!!!!!"


We are 20 minutes from moving our washer and dryer and our kid had just taken the cap off and was spilling a pretty much full bottle of sticky liquid all over himself and the car seat.


Story of our lives with 3 boys.


So we get home and my brother-in-law was ever so gracious as to spend the next 20 minutes tearing apart the car seat so we could wash it on the fastest cycle possible. They just had to move the washer and dryer last. Not the end of the world...but just really bad timing. Wondering the amount of Gatorade in the seat? He picked up the car seat and it was dripping blue. Huge puddle on the table.


So..no washer with a family of 5 means that in like 2 days you have 9 loads to do. I had to roll into my mom's like a college kid and hand her a GIANT box marked "dirty laundry." Made her laugh...until Sunday when she was being awesome and trying to do our laundry and the wash machine broke.


Apparently bad luck follows us around.


It's actually ok to use we found out. Thane was down to his last pair of man undies...ya know..the reserve ones...and I was not about to go to the laundry mat in the pouring rain so we tested it out. After 2 days of thinking the washer didn't work...it worked swimmingly. I spent the next 2 days straight doing our laundry with no problems. It was all fine until Monday when a load of my LuLaRoe became trapped in the washer and it wouldn't unlock. But positive note to this story: I sat down and designed my perfect laundry room. I knew exactly what I wanted. Now to just talk Thane into letting me get the flooring I think I want.


The weekend before our closing was crazy. We had been staying with our new roommates and it was Thane's 15 year reunion Saturday night. So we were going to stay at the house after the party and finish packing and cleaning Sunday and call it good. We hadn't moved the boy's beds yet since they don't need them at mom and dad's so we threw them in the living room to sleep on. Another lesson learned:buying a cheap mattress from Menards is really bad. I mean I slept amazing on Parker's memory foam bed. Thane camped out on Jensen's....and he filled me in on this life lesson. (Confession: I knew Parker's bed would be more comfortable since I had just laid in J's bed a few nights before. I let the drunk guy sleep on it on purpose.)


 I called my mom at like 830 on Sunday to check on the boys and told her we would be home for lunch. She seemed surprised that we would be done that quickly. I rolled my eyes...moms.


Ya. 4:30 rolls around and we were FINALLY leaving.


I was a wreck.


Not so much because I was sad about leaving but  more so because I have never been so sick of doing a task than I was of packing up that damn house.


I swear things just kept appearing. I would think I had a room clean and then I would walk by and see something in the corner I hadn't seen since we moved in 4 years before.


By 4 I was ready to have a meltdown.


Total random side note. We were sitting at the bar before closing, enjoying the Brewer game (well one of us was enjoying it..I was staring at my phone) and eating a lunch by ourselves when I came across this in my Facebook Timehop:




I mean...come on. The timing of this post is pretty crazy. I will say...everything has been falling into place for all of this. Building has always been our dream but deep down I had my doubts it would actually happen. It's crazy expensive. Ok...I'm going to stop. This is another blog post.