Where are the movers?

So, our movers are still not here. We moved here in the beginning of July, we gave them our new address by mid July and here we sit, into September and still no possessions. Granted, I should be grateful for what we have, but I miss our stuff. I miss our dishes. We had to buy a pot and a pan, dishes, cups, a table and chairs to eat on. We had to buy a couch for the living room (though that isn't on the movers.) But we've had to buy stuff. To replace the day to day stuff. Measuring cups, cutting boards, silverware, blankets and pillows, baking dishes, and mugs. I know that there are people worse off than we are. And I get how lucky we are to have the money to replace all of this stuff. But, it's mentally and emotionally exhausting to be constantly waiting for our stuff. At long last, on Tuesday the company told us that our stuff is in the next state and would be coming in the next couple of days. We still haven't heard from them. I'm just so sad and worried. Most of the stuff is replaceable (Although I would hate to have to do that.) But the cedar chest that has been in my family for 3 generations now and all of the mementos from my late mother... those I can't replace.

Quite honestly, my anxiety has been skyrocketing lately mostly due to the movers. I just want my stuff. But when I call, they act like I am being ridiculous. I'm just tired of the lying and the delays. I just want my stuff. If they've lost my stuff, I want to know it so that I can take the appropriate actions. But mostly, I just want a simple phone call to let me know what is going on. I want someone to care that we've been living in this house for almost 2 full months with only the stuff that we brought with us and the necessities that we've replaced.

This move has been our worst. If I didn't love it here so much, I may have moved back already.

Potty training is like a day job?

I am truly baffled by kids sometimes. In the past few days of serious potty training, I've noticed that most accidents seem to happen at the end of the day. Z will stand somewhere and pee rather than go to the potty starting somewhere around 5:30 pm. Do they clock out at 5 pm? Today, she was literally just steps from the downstairs bath when she stood in the front hall and peed on the floor. And when I asked her why she did it instead of using the potty, she said that she likes to clean messes by herself. And this is coming from the child who will tell me that cleaning is too hard after picking up a tiny amount of her building toys. Can't I just clean them up?

Potty training is frustrating, but the is the most progress that we've made since she was trained last summer. I guess as long as she lasts all the way through preschool without an 'accident' we should be good, right?

Learning to cook...

I'll admit that cooking has always intimidated me. Mostly because of the amount of times that I've burned things like a pot while boiling water and the amount of times that I've had food poisoning. But lately, I've been becoming more "domesticated." By that, I just mean actually doing things such as mopping the floor every couple of days and keeping things relatively tidy. But I've also been getting in to cooking.

It began when my mother in law was staying with us after the move. She cooked for us and I was determined to learn from her. I learned how to make stuffed pork chops, mashed potatoes from real potatoes, and a few other things. Then I traveled to New Jersey to visit with my family for a week and learned to make spaghetti sauce from scratch in the slow cooker.

Since I've been home, I've been experimenting with making roasted red potatoes, roasted brussel sprouts, french fries(!), and burgers on my own! It's baby steps, but I'm kind of proud because it's out of my comfort zone. As soon as my dishes arrive (A whole other drama ridden story for another day) I plan to pay for some meal planning and start expanding my repertoire!

I think this move has been good for me!

Potty training

Today, we are starting (for the third time) potty training! Z is really interested in going to preschool and a lot of the programs don't allow non potty trained kids to register. So far, pretty good. And by that, I mean that she took the initiative and told me that she had to pee in the potty. Then instead of her pull up, she insisted on underwear. So I broke out her Frozen underwear and we're going to try. I have the timer set and in 30 minutes, we'll try the potty. It's going to be a long day, but I'm feeling positive! *fingers crossed* that it sticks this time! 

Parenting is hard, yo!