You guys, I am in my house. Tonight is our first night sleeping here and it feels crrrazzzyyy!! We moved in all week and weekend and of course the house is a disaster full of boxes and piles and piles of clothes to be put away. I feel overwhelmed by it all, but mostly very blessed to be in a new home. It will take time to settle in, but even laying here in my bed tonight I don’t care about all of the mess on the floor around me. This place feels like mine. My baby is in his new room tonight sleeping like a champ! I hope he feels like this place is his too. He LOVED it at his grandparent’s house for the past 6 months. And honestly so did we. As I walked out of the little place that was ours for those few months I broke down and cried. And even still if I think about it I cry because truth be told I loved living with my parents. And while I’m happy to be where I am now, part of me aches to not be there. Basically I’m kind of a baby. Especially because if you could see how far away we moved from them you’d make fun of me. It may or may not be a 5 minute drive.
Happy Monday!