What a wild ride the past two months have been. It is no lie that moving house (and building it in the first place) is one of the most stressful things to ever do. In late September, we finally (FINALLY!) moved into our new build house that has been consuming us for almost three years now. I don’t remember a whole lot about the two days of moving – it’s something of a blur a bit like childbirth – but I do remember being achingly, physically exhausted at the end of each day. We had a moving company but there was still a lot for us to do ourselves and I did a lot of heavy lifting. My fitbit nearly exploded with how many steps I did in the week of the move. The first three days I was hitting in excess of 20,000 steps a day. Who needs the gym, eh, when you’re moving house?
But it was worth it.
Moving from an apartment to a house has been a game-changer! I think we have all collectively breathed out with the increased space and in particular, having a back yard. Even though our move was heavily delayed, we were able to enjoy the pool for a few weeks thanks to the great climate here. Next summer is going to be immense I think!
N has been a superstar champion during the move. As we have been visiting the site of the new house regularly he has always understood this was the “new house” and that we would live there. As we started packing the apartment he joined in and so it was not a shock at all to him to move. In fact, when you ask him about the “old house” and if he wants to go there, he says “no, it’s empty”.
I had expected some kind of sleeping issues in the new house, but we bought him a new bed which is 160cm x 200cm, aka adult size, and he loves it. He sleeps really well in it and has done from the first night. I think he really was too big for the toddler bed so we did a good thing with sorting him out a new bed. The advantage of getting a full size bed like that is also that when he is having difficult nights it means one of us (aka me) can sleep with him to comfort him. His bed is super comfortable so I have fallen asleep in it multiple times by accident!!
We have 22 steps between the ground floor (living areas) and the first floor (bedrooms and bathrooms) and I have also noticed since moving that N gets tired more easily and goes to sleep faster. I think just the act of having more distance to cover at home and multiple trips each day up and down those stairs has a lot to do with this. Also, the ability to play outside wears him out.
N himself has been quite the character recently. He is really sweet and tells me he loves me often. One night I told him “I love you to the moon” and he replied “I love you to the stars” and it was just the sweetest thing ever.
During the summer when we were in the pool or at his favourite place in the world, the waterpark, I would say to him “Don’t worry, I’ll save you” in those moments where the water was a little too deep for him and I was holding onto him. (Side note: he does wear arm bands in the pool but there have been some occasions where he prefers that I hold him in the pool without arm bands. He is always fully supervised – arm bands or no arm bans – with a maximum distance of about 30cm from an adult, usually me). Of course there have been a couple of minor accidents where his head has slipped under the water for half a second and I have always lifted him up and told him “Don’t worry, I’ll save you.”
Clearly the phrase “I’ll save you” has stuck with him and now he often turns to me when he wants a nice tight, cuddle and says, “I save you”. It melts my heart. I often think he does save me and it is me who needs the cuddle more than him.
Some of his favourite things at the moment are:
- Colouring and painting
- Cars – he has a Hot Wheels parking garage coming from Santa if he’s a good boy
- Reading letters out loud all the time be that in books, on car number plates and on signs – he knows the English alphabet and can identify each letter which we are quite surprised about because his nursery school only teaches in Greek
- Our new kitten – we had the skinniest kitten I’ve ever seen still alive turn up on our doorstep of the new house less than two weeks after moving in and after a lot of TLC and a huge vet bill he is now fine and they are best buddies (the other cats are less fond of him)
- Donuts – his grandpa buys him donuts occasionally and he LOVES them and talks about donuts a lot
- His best friend from school who shares the same name as him. They are two peas in a pod and super cute together
- His new electronic kiddy version of a Vespa scooter. This was a birthday gift from his grandparents and he has steadfastly refused to even sit on it since his birthday (July) until last weekend. We had his girlfriend visiting for a playdate and she asked to ride it (she’s half-Italian so it must come more naturally) – once he saw her ride it he’s not wanted to get off it since
- The book series “Press Here” and “Mix it Up” – such nice books so do check them out!
I am definitely enjoying the new house, but there are still many things to sort out and buy. We are now doing things progressively because we don’t have enough cash or time to sort everything out at once. Hubby and I have had a bumpy road over the past few months I think from sheer stress and frustration with the house and work, but we have had some really nice moments in the middle of that too. I think in another few months once we tick a few more things off our to-do list and the Covid-situation may slightly improve, perhaps relations will be improved further.
Since October I have returned to the gym and that has been really good for my mood and overall outlook on life. I really am a better person when I have moved my body. I still think I have some work to do to really resolve some of my low phases, but I am trying each week to spend small amounts of time doing things that make me feel good. It’s so true that you need to be a happy mamma and this is why I am making more of an effort to invest in myself.