We are in the new house. I am sat in the office which is on the top floor and smells funny due to a new carpet. The children are in bed and the husband is watching Top Gear.
I have a large glass of wine by my side and a great sense of relief that this weekend is over. After 3 days of moving, today we had the 4 year old’s party (she is 5 on Wednesday) at the church hall. It was a great party and Fairy Ellie kept control of 30 kids for the duration … even some boys who didn’t want sprinkling with fairy dust.
Teacher Friend Mother of 3 brought a lasagne round after the party. The kids played and we ate. As they left I announced it was bedtime, school tomorrow, what a lovely day we’ve had, hasn’t it been great? blah blah blah. Clearly they though differently and hell arrived on the last train to willyoufeckingstopwhining. Realising they were incredibly tired and had consumed more sugar than they normally would in a month I ushered them into the bath which is when they stepped it up a gear and decided the next stop was bed, no story.
They took it in turns to make our new neighbours believe that we beat our children with sticks. Sticks with rusty nails protruding out of the end of them. We now live in a terrace so are surrounded by people, people who were enjoying the evening sunshine in the tranquillity of their gardens. The silence was broken by the 4 year old screaming ‘I HATE YOU, THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE’ 30 or so times next to an open window. The 3 year old was the back up singer who managed to cry ‘I WANT A BISCUIT, I WANT LULU, I DON’T WANT TO GO TO BED’ out of the other window.
Note to self: when banishing children to bedrooms close all windows and gag children.
When the 4 year old had decided she would come and apologise for being an ungrateful little shit, all I heard was more screaming and shouting. When I got upstairs to her room to unleash a tirade of motherly advice it became apparent that her new bedroom door has a faulty handle and she was in fact locked in her room and therefore now distressed and not actually continuing her tantrum.
Note to self : Point out door problem to husband so that daughter isn’t further traumatised by bedroom being turned into a cell with self locking door.
On our first night in the house the dog decided to puke on the living room carpet … a cream carpet. She is now banished at night to rooms with tiled flooring for ease of puke removal.
Don’t even get me started on Virgin on Demand. We spent last week catching up with 3 episodes of ‘The Take’ on Sky 1 only to find we can’t watch the final episode on Wednesday because we don’t have that channel. Look at what we could have won. Children? They can watch CBeebies and only CBeebies. No Sportacus for the 3 year old. It’s OK thought because we have every sport channel going and several channels dedicated to freeview porn that they can watch at their leisure.
To end on a good note, the dishwasher is more than wonderful, I had a leisurely Sunday soak this morning in our tall person bath, after 3 years I have finally got a bookshelf which accommodates all of our books, our friends and family have been outstanding with their help, we have tall ceilings and HOWJ windows and I think I love this house more than pear cider.
I have taken some pictures which will have to wait until I find the camera charger … hmm could be a while.
In next weeks blogging …
I can’t decide … Do I like the chandelier or not?
When the landlady visited … and I held out a sweaty hand … and told her we weren’t big drinkers so it was OK that we don’t have a bottle bin
I have an itch in the middle of my head. Have I got late onset hayfever or am I allergic to the house?
My big little girl who hates me is 5!
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Tamsin on June 29, 2009
Sounds like a great weekend, can’t wait to see the pictures.
Are you sure you love it more than pear cider tho? That’s a pretty big claim!!
English Mum on June 29, 2009
Ah, don’t you just love moving? I’m so glad you love it. But… MORE than pear cider? I’m with T – are you sure?! xx
WOB on June 29, 2009
Gosh thats sounds like one awful weekend bless, i hate moving and you’ll probably only find your charger in three months time having already bought a new one! I think you’ll have made quite the impression on your new neighbours
Glad your liking your new home x
Dana's Brain on June 29, 2009
Happy new house to you! Our neighbors have not yet called child services on us – but some days I really expect that knock on the door!
Littlemummy on June 29, 2009
A home office, I’d say that was slightly more exciting than a dishwasher.
Glad you’re in and loving it, maybe ‘as much as’ pear cider?
Working Mum on June 29, 2009
Are you sure you want to fix that door handle? Could be handy!
OMG We're Pregnant on June 29, 2009
More than pear cider. WOW!
OMG We're Pregnant on June 29, 2009
Ohh, sorry, forgot to say: good luck in your new home
xx
clareybabble on July 4, 2009
Hmm I have never tried pear cider, am I missing out?! Glad the move went mostly smoothly…hopefully your neighbours have kids too! x