Ramblings: We've moved...

We spent the weekend playing musical chairs---but with bedrooms. We finally moved Triple D (the dynamic duo of destruction) to an upstairs bedroom and into "big boy beds." (More details to follow on their first night up there.) They moved into what was Alex's room at the top of the stairs, Alex moved into what was the guest bedroom, and the guest bedroom moved into non-existence. People that are dumb enough or just related enough to have to come visit will probably still get that room, but Alex will be curled up in a corner somewhere in a sleeping bag.  The boys old room downstairs by our room will soon be the home for....{insert sound of drum roll, please} our new elliptical that will be delivered Tuesday.

This is causing me anxiety on a number of reasons: 1. that room is still in disarray with cribs, crib bedding, toys, and other weirdness that still needs dealt with before tomorrow. I was even hoping to repaint it before then but that ain't gonna happen unless I turn the boys loose in there and tell them "DON'T PAINT ON THE WALLS." Then it would surely get done.  2. Sadly they do not sell Magic Ellipticals. Really. I checked. I can't tell you how sad I was. You still actually have to still get up on them in order for it to have any effect whatsoever. Which leads me to further anxiety about keeping Triple D from climbing aboard and killing themselves on our precious new toy. After having them with us for an hour in the store full of them, exercise bikes, and treadmills, I'm not quite sure who will reign victorious. I do know that i will not be investing in any 10 pound weighted balls, because they were flinging those things around like nobody's business. Luckily, we switched the door handle back around so we can keep the room locked from the inside. 3. I'm wary of being able to enforce naptime with them in the same room or in a new environment that will be tempting them not to fall asleep. Nap time is my only sane time of the day when I can get anything done. I'm nervous about how it will go down. We'll see in about five hours. 

Lucky for us today is trash day and our pile is so ENORMOUS that we look like we got evicted or something and they just put all our personal belongings out for the trashmen.  Is it weird that I love trash day? I love that for a few hours there is no garbage in the house--it feels cleaner and more organized somehow when all the trash cans are empty. Have I mentioned that I'm a crazy person? 

Anyway, today I'll be busy finishing all the projects we got mostly done this weekend and hopefully all the dressers and closets will be fully transferred by tonight.   Is it super lazy that I'm kind of secretly planning on leaving all the boys clothes downstairs in their dresser still so I don't have to go upstairs to retrieve their stuff for their six outfit changes a day? Kind of ironic that we moved them upstairs so we could have an exercise room, yet I dread going up there to their room because I don't want any extra exercise from stairclimbing.  It just seems so far away.  I figure I'll get enough of an extra workout in the middle of the night when i'm up there searching for pacifiers, bringing a "dink of water", or putting out the fires they start when we're all dead asleep and incorrectly assuming that were too. 

Here we go...