Where does stuff walk off to??

How can I not have/find any post-its or note pads to write on?? It's driving me nuts! I am writing messages/notes on the back of envelopes and recycle papers. I distinctly remember emptying my desk drawer at the old house into a box to go to the new house (not packed in the POD) and it's nowhere to be found. I guess I could go to the store and buy more, but I know I have a ton somewhere....but maybe if I go out and buy them I'll come home and find them. That's usually how it works for me. To top it off it's raining (again) and I pulled a muscle in my shoulder at the gym last night...yep, it's one of those days!

Movin' Around....

....I know I've been exhuasted when I can't remember the last time I had trouble falling asleep. And that's big for me, I tend to lie down and my brain goes into overload: don't forget to sign up Em for summer camp, make sure a clean leo is in ballet bag tomorrow, read Bud's story with him in the morning for his Kindg. HW since we forgot tonight, call for an oil change, did I make the PSE bill this month??. etc. etc. Actually, I can remember the last time, it was in our old house. Lying awake, making mental checklists of all the things I needed to do to get us, our 4 kids, one dog and one fish moved. We didn't move far, but sometimes that doesn't matter. Just getting all the stuff out and semi-organized is enough of a challenge, regardless of where it's going.
In the new house not only have I still not put on the duvet cover, but only made the bed twice. Nightly I collapse onto the downy plumpness of our mussed up comforter and sink into immediate sleep. I am grateful for this since I still have so much to unpack, reorganize and stay on top of. Like blogging.
Not only did we move, but we moved into half the square footage of our old place. I said goodbye to a walk in pantry, corner soaking tub, automatic two car garage, two ovens and three fridges and hello to an older, quaint (I'm being optimistic for my own sake,)in progress (unfinished basement is currently under construction), garageless, 3br./1 bath (includes the laundry room) home for my family of 6 (8 as my eldest insists we include the dog and fish). However, I can now walk to the grocery store, multiple coffee houses/stands (this may not be a positive in my husband's eyes), my children's schools, the movie theater, wine bars (again this is debatable for many reasons), and parks. My car will stay cleaner since it will not continue to be our second home and we are already saving money on gas (although it may be a wash considering the coffee places).
Moving in and of itself is not a joy. It is exhausting and tends to bring out the worst in all of us. Leaving our old home was bittersweet; we brought home our youngest from the hospital to that house, my husband designed the interior with us in mind and we thoroughly and easily enjoyed entertaining there. But our new place is bringing us closer, yes in proximity but also in what we value. My kids are happier walking to and from school, I delight in last minute jaunts to the park after dinner that don't involve our car and the sunlight that pours into our new home (our last was shrouded in mature Evergreen trees--I won't miss the wind storms!). Our dog is losing weight with all the walks she now gets in and finding lots of new places to sniff (yes, that's me standing in Jason's shoes at 6 am in the front yard with a small white dog on a red leash, hair sticking straight up, not quite awake). I look forward to a summer filled with parks, sunlight, trips to the weekday market, long walks, picnics, watching the big boys play baseball down the street, trips to get frozen yogurt, last minute stops at the library, and eventually acquiring two more bedrooms, another bath, a play room and a fenced yard. Until then I'm leaving the bed unmade and more than a few boxes unpacked!