In five days we will be moved into our new abode and the last 10 months will be behind us finally. I can hardly believe it. This roller coaster ride has come to a halt smack damp in the middle of my chest. I think there is some truth to stress making you sick....or that this said roller coaster ride of selling a home and finding a new house to make your own is so stressful, when it's finally over and things relax, your body shuts down and you get sick. Well, whatever the case may be, when things felt like it was all going to be OK, I got sick. The worse head/chest cold I've had in a long time. I'm still coughing. I can't breath, talk or laugh without coughing a lung up. It's the kind of cough that make people stare at you. They stare so hard that I feel like I need to wear a sign that reads "I do not have the swine flu!"
We are in the midst of packing. It's amazing the stuff you find when you are digging into nooks and crannies. I found two adorable Halloween costumes for Petite Artiste although she says she still wants to be a ghost.
It's a weird feeling to put the last seven years into boxes actually. I have a love/hate relationship with this house. When we moved here, we were in the middle of many changes and I hated this house to it's very last bit of foundation. It is small and didn't have adequate storage. There was the ugliest wallpaper in every bathroom and bedroom. Being newly pregnant, constantly sick and having a very active 15 month son running around didn't help jump start my love affair. But slowly and surely, we made this house our home. We created warmth and love throughout the rooms. Taking down the wallpaper helped too. Three kids, several animals, many birthdays, a bout of cancer and a handful of holidays later, I can honestly say that this is a great house with lots of charm and character. I will miss the unique floor plan and the great backyard and it's location perched on top of the hill.
With that said, I am looking forward to our new adventure. I am of a more stable mindset this go around. Although this new house won't be our home the minute we set our boxes down, I am looking forward to making it so.
Fearsome Threesome!
double o eight (tee hee)
Fancy Nancy being scared by the little ghost.
Fancy Nancy
And a wee ghost.
Petite Artiste and I joined her preschool class this morning for a field trip to the pumpkin patch. It was so extremely cold. I happened to have a hat and a pair of gloves in the car. I wore the gloves and Petite Artiste wore the hat. We picked grapes off the vine, scouted out a fabulous pumpkin, toured the farm, examined vegetables, got lost in the hay maze, checked out the turkey and pigs and had lunch too. Then we ran for the car and cranked up the heat to defrost.
Miss Divine is going to wear her Fancy Nancy dress from her sixth birthday party. I picked up a red wig and we will go all out making it look fancy and divine.
The funny thing about packing a house up is you find all the stuff you forgot about. Like this cute cheerleader costume or the handmade kitty costume I made for Miss Divine about four years ago.
