A moving tale

We moved. Suddenly putting things in boxes was the easy part, and finding places for them to go when we take them out of boxes is the hard part. We have to get shelves, but first we have to figure out what sort of shelves we get, which we probably won't know until we've got the wrong shelves and discovered that the stuff doesn't fit and we don't like them.

Anyway. We moved on Saturday, with help from some very excellent friends. In a hilarious twist, the box spring of our queen bed didn't fit up the stairs, so our bed was left in the dining room while we slept on the thin spare mattress. (Yes, we had no fewer than three actual rocket scientists - ok then, doctors of physics, but close enough - and one engineer scratching their heads over the item lodged in the crook of the stairs, while I wondered if my husband would be stuck on the wrong side of it for ever and we'd have to send up his food on a pulley. At least they got it down again.)

And of course, the child fell out of his (new) bed on the first night, and of course this woke the baby, and OF COURSE they both ended up sleeping - eventually sleeping - with me on the floor while poor B went off and found a mattress somewhere else for himself. Much the same thing happened last night with the waking and the more waking and the being wide awake at 3.30am and the musical beds, with added wailing and rending of garments because Mummy can't physically put two people to sleep at the same time so someone always has to be the loser in this scenario. I think it's B, who wasn't pleased to be woken up to take a very upset Monkey back to his new bed and be wailed at and eventually have his arm fallen asleep on.

I have high hopes for tonight. For one thing, Monkey is actually being put to bed in the new bed, instead of falling asleep in the car, exhausted after no nap, and being dumped unceremoniously in, fully clothed and thus much too early. If he manages to sleep through we might see how Miss is taking to having her own room, and if she sleeps better when not disturbed by our going to bed. She doesn't seem too freaked out by it, but is fairly indignant when she wakes up and I'm not right there. Again. She'll just have to get used to it.

In other news our very lovely new next-door neighbours brought us over spagetti and meatballs for dinner (which the children spurned, but all the more for us) and I'm going to enjoy some of that now with a nice cleansing beer. Between beer for the movers and wine from my mother-in-law's visit - she always likes to leave us nicely stocked up; have I mentioned how great my in-laws are? - we're well set for the coming evenings.