I have finally done it…. I have moved into my own house! I still can’t believe it and when I moved in a couple of days ago, I said it feels as though I am staying in someone else’s house (even though all my things are here!).
It has been incredibly hard and stressful and not something that I want to do again anytime soon!
Moving house is hard work on so many different levels but being a single mum to two young children, not having people around to help with childcare, packing, unpacking, DIY etc has been tough going. My Mum has been amazing and has done lots, but I was also very aware that I didn’t want her to overdo it and that she also had work and wasn’t very well.
To begin with I intended to pack whilst looking after my youngest daughter, attend college, continue with my placement and everyday life but it didn’t take me long to realise that maybe I had taken on too much as so I made strong duck come out of their shell and informed my tutor that I wouldn’t be in college, I rearranged clients for the following week and I asked my daughters childminder if she could have her for a few extra days. Even still I don’t know how I did it.
It made me realise that I don’t have many people in my life to call on which made me quite sad. People told me of how they had people rallying around helping when they moved and how someone had a pizza party in exchange for people helping out but if I had done that it would have just been me and my Mum.
I don’t know how people do it and if it hadn’t been for my Mum and Paige who came up to help empty my attic and pack and then again to help me in the new house, I don’t know how I would have managed. I realise that I am fairly determined and independent but more so because I don’t have a choice.
I don’t mind getting my hands dirty and I will have a go at pretty much anything but there is no way that I could have single handedly built my daughters mid-rise bed by myself as you really do need two people. Paige and I had a laugh doing it though as we had the most high-tech tools available (NOT!) and we laughed about the removal men who said to me, ‘I hope you’ve got a strapping lad to help you love.’ Paige said I should have said ‘No, but I’ve got a strapping woman!’ (Despite that being true, it’s not something I would have said to them!)
I had every intention of being incredibly organised with my packing and I wrote on all the boxes yet when it came to the last day the stress got the better of me and I ended up randomly shoving everything in bags and of course now I can’t find things.
However, I am trying to tell myself that as long as we have what we need it doesn’t really matter (even if I do get annoyed with myself about it). The day of moving was the final straw as I tried to take my bed apart by myself and struggled. I knelt there with tears streaming down my face feeling as though I couldn’t do it (by that I mean I felt I couldn’t move by myself, it all got too much). Eventually I managed and even attempted to assemble it at the new house my myself but after half succeeding, I realised I couldn’t do it on my own, so I early waited for Paige’s help.
It was funny when we tackled the bed as she struggled as much as me trying to get our hands into small holes with a screw which kept falling out the hole. When Paige had a light bulb moment, I hated her and loved her at the same time as she realised that there was an easy way to assemble the bed…. looking back, it still makes me laugh but I also feel stupid for not remembering from when I first assembled the bed nearly 3 years ago.
Yes, I ache all over, I’m covered in bruises, I’m exhausted, I’m still surrounded by boxes and not everything has a home, but we are in, and I feel incredibly lucky. The girls love it and the first thing my eldest daughter asked was if she could go on the grass…children melt your heart!
It feels as though this is a new chapter in my life (one that I never imagined would be possible on my own) and I am excited to see what the future brings.
To all the people out there, particularly single parents, I take my hat of to those that have moved single handedly, but we did it! (Which is why I bought myself a mini bottle of prosecco to celebrate this achievement).