Last night was our first night in the new house! Movers came bright and early and packed up all our big stuff, and then we spent the rest of the day trying to sort through the wreckage and create some semblance of order. Throw in one more trip to the old place to pack up another load and a trip to Ikea and we were ready to kick back on our porch with some Del Taco by the end of the night.
Cable and internet are going to be installed on Thursday, which means I'm missing the Bachelorette right now. Boo hoo. We have terrible timing, I know. So now I'm sitting here with a sleepy lil guy on my lap writing a blog post on my phone.
We didn't even bother trying to put Ezzy in his crib last night. The poor kid has slept in four different beds in the last ten days. Not to mention all the times he's fallen asleep in the car only to wake up in a brand new place. He's been such a trooper.
The one constant thing in his life lately had been me. Which explains why Ezzy hardly lets me out of his sight. He's literally tethered to my shorts half the time, with me unprying his fingers and explaining for the fourteenth time that neither of us can move when he's attached to me.
It's such a weird feeling to be someone else's rock. I'm used to other people being the steady one that I can hold onto. Obviously I knew before I had Ezzy that this little person would depend on me for all his needs, but it's the kind of thing that just slowly sinks in more and more each day. Especially these past few days. I welcome the responsibility, I really do. It's just the sort of thing that makes me take a step back and realize that I'm an adult. I know, I know. I'm 31. That realization should have hit me by now. But apparently it took some big brown eyes staring up at me to really hit it home.
Ok, enough of my tired rambling now. Recapping our Modesto trip and pics of the new house still to come!