The move is complete!!! It is astounding how much sh1t we had at our old place. I honestly think I threw away 2 rooms full of junk. I am by no means close to being a minimalist, but I’ve always aspired to be one since I saw the Netflix documentary last year. I keep thinking about how our physical possessions weigh us down. If you can’t even clear out the junk in your physical world, how do you expect to free yourself from the emotional entanglements?
Moving is stressful, but what a great opportunity for me to toss out all the things that no longer serve me any purpose.
Yesterday I asked H to take the boys for almost the whole day so I could do some unpacking in peace. When it was time for me to pick them up, I called numerous times and there was no answer. After waiting for close to 20mins, I had to ask the apartment at the front desk to let me up. I went up and knocked on his door. The kids opened up the door, and I was like “what’s going on?? Why aren’t you guys downstairs??” The kids said that they try to wake exH up but he was asleep. ExH then walked out of his bedroom groggily. I said wth? I called like 10 times!! After we got home, he called me and tried to explain that the kids had his phone and they didn’t bother telling him that I was calling because they were playing games on his phone. My gut tells me that he was drunk. My kids told me they tried to wake him. Ugh I haven’t open that can of worms yet.....asking the kids whether dad is drinking a lot. Anyway, I’m just glad that they were fine.
