When I last posted our move back home had been delayed for the third time. Originally we were meant to be moving back on Friday 2 July but that was then put back until Monday 5. We'd just arranged to stay in our temporary accommodation for the extra time and rescheduled the movers when we heard back from the contractors to say there had been a mistake and we now couldn't get back until the Wednesday. So more phone calls and rescheduling were required. Monday 5 arrived and I'd just begun to plan the packing when Dh messaged me with news of yet another delay - to Friday this time. Then we discovered the movers couldn't come until the following Monday and since all our furniture and most of our possessions were in storage that meant we couldn't really move back until Monday 12. (As it turned put the contractors delayed again - luckily only until Monday 12). Despite various claims and appeals the powers that be refused to cover the extra accommodation costs and a few calculations showed paying to remain in our temporary accommodation wasn't financially viable for us. So late Tuesday saw us madly packing and cleaning so we could move out the following day. Most of us moved in with my mother-in-law (crowded doesn't begin to describe it; poor Mr 19 got stuck on the couch - luckily his exams were over - while Miss 22 ended up staying with friends) for five days. It was a pretty frustrating week.Monday and Tuesday were spent in limbo wondering whether we'd have to move out of our temporary accommodation. Wednesday we were busy packing up and splitting the stuff we had with us between my mother-in-law's and brother-in-law's but the rest of the time was basically just waiting. It turned out my mother-in-law had surgery scheduled while we were there which made it easy to take her to and from the hospital plus help her out for a day or two.
This week has been all about unpacking. Dh has had to work, Miss 22 is still with friends and Mr 19 has picked up extra work shifts so the unpacking has largely fallen on me and Miss 16. So it's been a lot slower than I would have liked, and so many things have gone wrong which has slowed the job down even more. The contractors flooded the kitchen and some cupboards are still damp and mouldy so can't be used, the movers damaged several bookshelves so we've had to repair some and throw out others, they didn't remove the curtains and rails properly so rehanging them was a lengthy nightmare (they are up but not properly - we had snow so needed them up quickly, more than we needed them up prettily), the extractor fan in the kitchen no longer works so cooking results in steam - not ideal when you are trying to dry out the kitchen cupboards, the washing machine refused to operate so I thought it may have been reconnected improperly but it later started working so I think the problem was just air in the pipes after the water had been turned off....the list goes on. But the end is nearly in sight. At least I can actually see our nice new flooring now - it's no longer totally covered by boxes that need to be unpacked!
|Miss 16, Mr 19 and I amused ourselves with a newly found app while killing time before we could move back into our house.|
|I'll be glad to see the back of boxes and packing paper!|
As I've unpacked I've also been purging and so far have more than a dozen boxes of homeschooling supplies to sell. We've also been moving plenty of kids books into storage in our garage. We don't want to ditch them but we don't need them taking up shelf space - especially now we have fewer shelves than we used to! It's been a slow process as we debate whether we really need to keep each book - plus we've had to pause and reread some old favourites!
|We didn't get very much snow on the ground so Mr 19 drove inland to find some more.|
Another thing that slowed the unpacking down was stopping to read various gems the kids had written when they were younger. One child (who shall remain nameless for obvious reasons) had been asked to write about an experience they'd had that related to a story's theme. The theme was self-control. My child wrote "R was pestering. She kept at it, and despite what I did, it annoyed me. I got thoroughly fed up so I hit her on the nose - and it bled." I'm sure nobody enjoyed the incident at the time but reading about it many years later sure gave us a good laugh. Then there was a letter to Santa telling him to help himself - there were buckets in the shed which he could fill with water from the outside tap - and apologizing for not having put everything out for him "but I haven't had time what with the earthquakes and all". Yes, we had experienced a couple of large shakes the day before Christmas Eve which had everyone on edge, since we were thinking/hoping that the aftershock sequence was tapering off. However, I'm pretty sure the letter writer was onto the truth about Santa - not quite ready to give it up, but clearly not willing to put much energy into the rituals either!
In between the never-ending unpacking Miss 16 and I attended open days at both the local university and the closest out-of-town university. Unfortunately, I think it made her decision more complicated. The local university has just started offering an environmental studies major which could be perfect for her (the local university is very welcoming to homeschoolers and we would be free to homeschool how we want in our final year, plus she could live at home making it the most affordable option for her) but their presentation was neither informative nor inspiring. She initially wasn't keen on the out-of-town university but their presentations convinced her to add it to her list of possibilities. It's just a short commute away so she could continue to live at home and just travel there and back daily. So I need to investigate their enrollment requirements and see if or how we can meet them. I think I might also get her to plan out a full course of study at all three universities she's considering. I know their offerings might change as may her plans but it will hopefully give her something else concrete to base her decision on. No sense going to one if you have to take too many papers you will endure rather than enjoy. Neither Mr 24, Miss 22 nor Mr 19 considered anything other than the local university (it was as good as any other for their respective majors, being able to live at home made it affordable, and since Mr 24 started young we wouldn't have considered sending him away anyway) so helping guide her to make this decision is a new and challenging experience. Not to mention frustrating - I wish we could rustle up the money to pay for her accommodation at what I think is her first choice university but we can't, and she, sensibly and understandably, isn't keen to take on extra debt.
|University Open Days sadly didn't help Miss 16's decision making as I'd hoped they might.|
Of course the rest of life carried on around all the unpacking. Mr 19 received his first semester exam results and he did great - as well as he expected in his strongest subjects and better than expected in the others. He was really pleased to be accepted into an internship for the second semester. The practical/applied nature of it should play to his strengths. And he won an award which allows him to take an extra paper outside of his degree requirements free of charge. If you told me that one of my kids would take an extra paper at the university level he would have been the last one I would have picked. I'm equal parts pleased and relieved that the kid who would not apply himself at home, could and did when he he had to. I was pretty sure he could and would but sometimes I wondered if I was just deluding myself. Reassured to know I wasn't! And Miss 22 landed a new job - one that ties in with her eventual career goals rather than just being a source of income. It's good news for her but she'll be busy for the next week or two as she starts her new job while working out her notice period at her current job while continuing to work on her PhD.