If I had a quid for everyone who told me ‘moving is stressful’ I could afford a fair few pots of paint. Apparently it’s the second most stressful thing you can do, after divorce. What, even more stressful than bereavement and terminal illness?
But I got that. Yeah, moving is stressful. I’ve done it before and it was, well, STRESSFUL.
Husband and I plus 28 week bump moved out of a one bedroom flat with very few possessions with just a van and my parents to help. And that was stressful. In the middle of the afternoon I lay on a mattress in the spare room in my bra and cried.
A few years later, husband and I plus a 3 year old and a 1 year old, moved on 21st December. We moved three miles across town with the aid of some pretty good packers and movers. It was stressful.
But now I realise, those stresses were NOTHING. Because both those moves were stressful for one day.
Moving down the road from our old house to the rented house? Stressful for one day.
Moving round the corner to an old people’s house from the 80s? Really flipping stressful.
Now I get it. Moving really IS stressful. Because the stress doesn’t just last for one or two days or even a week. It goes on and on.
I wake up in the morning thinking about painting. I trip over boxes and rolled up bits of discarded carpet. It is never ending.
And if that’s not stressful enough, I’m stressed about the things I’m not doing – helping the kids with their homework, changing beds, doing the hoovering, putting the washing away (let’s be honest, I’m not even doing much washing because the machine isn’t even in my own house). The blog is clinging on by the skin of its teeth and thank goodness I’ve got no school governors’ meetings right now, because there’s no way I’d be able to cope with those. I’d like to do more for Team Honk but right now I just can’t think about it. My job is up in the air and I can’t give it a moment’s thought. I am completely overwhelmed by the house.
I long to come home to my new house and feel happy and relaxed that I’m home and it’s all neat and tidy and exactly as we would like it, not to be doing a slalom course across the landing through more shifted furniture, more paint pots and ladders, more half empty boxes and more stuff for the tip.
But we’re not quite there yet. When exactly does moving stop being stressful?