You know what would be a great idea, when you’re trying to pack up your remarkably clown-car-like house which is—despite appearing to be nearly empty, now—crammed full of stuff everywhere that needs to be packed and you only have like two days left to get it all done?
Why, have a party, of course!
Not here, though. Of course not. Not unless you want everyone to split up the last case of Diet Coke with Lime and eat spaghetti sauce. (I stocked up during a sale. So sue me.) No, ideally you then go have a party over an hour away, taking you away from the house that needs to be packed. That would be superb.
We are brilliant.
So! Today we had a barbecue down at Otto’s brother’s house. Nearly Nickless and his lovely wife offered up their house (not to mention their BJ’s Warehouse membership and spare freezer) to have a going-away soirÃ©e for us. When we all planned this (back whenever we planned it; not that I remember, because right now I am too tired to remember much beyond my own name, which I think might be Fred) it seemed like a splendid idea to have this party two days before the movers came.
Last night when I was FREAKING OUT over everything that’s yet to be done, I have to say that it seemed like the stupidest idea in the world. This morning, as we all got up before 7 (to make another dump run before heading over to prepare for the party), it still didn’t seem like a very good idea.
And tomorrow when the kids head off with their dad and Otto and I finish up (or throw away the rest of my crap), it may not seem like a very good idea, then, either, but today was actually quite marvelous.
Even though we probably SHOULD’ve been here, packing, it was nice to spend the day eating food and chasing children and talking to people. I’ve now met a whole passel of Otto’s friends whom I’ve been hearing about for years, as well as getting to spend some time with those I’ve met before but don’t see very often. There were babies to sniff and people to hug and stories to hear. And my friends came and met Otto’s family and other folks and most importantly, there was a whole lotta food. Er, I mean, most importantly, it was a good substitute for the wedding reception we forgot to have.
Minus the part where everyone has to wear uncomfortable clothes!
Chickadee had a great day, which I didn’t expect. She played well with the other kids and followed directions and was a joy to be around. I think this may be one of the signs of the apocalypse.
Poor Monkey had a pretty good day, excepting the part where one of his new cousins (who is younger and a bit shorter, but who probably outweighs him) tromped on him by accident and gave him a pretty good shiner. Then later he claimed that someone opened a door into his OTHER eye, but another kid told us that really, he just walked into the door. Which is entirely possible. Despite this, he was generally cheerful and zooming around at warp speed.
So when he conked out in the car on the way home, it wasn’t that surprising. I couldn’t resist taking a few pictures of him slumped in his booster seat with his mouth wide open, though. The surprising part was that we were never really able to wake him up; first I brought him in and sat him on the couch, and came back to find him snoozing again. Then I sent him upstairs to get into his jammies, and later found him in bed, fully-clothed, snoring.
I guess it’s been an exhausting few days for him, too.
We left him to snooze and Chickadee helped us open the cards and gifts we got today (we told people not to bring anything, but people do not always listen, and also people sometimes give us things like Target gift cards and then I am glad that they ignored us). After I got her to bed, I dragged Monkey to the bathroom and managed to get him stripped down and ready for bed. I think he slept through the whole thing.
Now the kids are both asleep and the house still needs packing, but we’re too tired to move, so it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
And tomorrow, anything I can’t shove into a box before bedtime is going out with the trash. Except the kids. Maybe.