We’re plodding along through these short weeks and now it’s time to start actually planning moving day! As I’ve said in a previous post, we will be moving out of the flat and into the new house all within the space of 4 days. It’s quite a tight turnaround especially when you consider that we have to deep clean the flat once we’ve moved out too!
Bearing all this in mind, I’m putting some things in place so that our actual moving day will be as pain free as possible. I have enlisted the help of my wonderful mum and dad to rally the fleet of vehicles to help move everything with minimal breakages. Thankfully, we don’t have a lot of furniture to move so that as least is a weight of my shoulders.
I am very thankful that my Dad has a stack of cardboard and packing materials so I don’t need to waste money buying boxes. Also, there is a supermarket across the road from the flat so I’m sure I can nab a few from there!
As you will know, I’m a fan of colour-coding so I will be implementing this system with all of our boxes. I haven’t pinned down the final details yet, but each room will be designated a colour and then each box which is packed up will be taped with the corresponding colour of the room which it is destined for.
I have no doubt that things will be easily misplaced in all the hullabaloo so I have created my Moving Day Bum Bag which will house my phone, bank card, pens, post-its, scissors, painkillers, plasters, and basically everything else that I could possibly need throughout the day. I’m bringing bum-bags back.
I plan to leave Drogo the Hamster at in the capable hands of Ian’s sister for the weekend. If his cage is lying about someone might bump into it and knock the roof off and he has been known to make elaborate escape attempts when this happens.
On the first day of the move I will nip to the shop when it opens and pick up some milk, tea, coffee, juice, snacks and sandwiches so that we have food available in the new house. Everything will already be packed away this time so I don’t want to be rummaging around in boxes trying to find a tin of soup.
Ian will be fully briefed before the big day and I’m sure he will be the one who has to calm me down when it all gets a bit much. He has my full permission to lock me in the car for a time-out.
I think the main thing I need to prepare myself for it the fact that the place will be chaos for a few days, maybe even a few weeks. I won’t be able to escape the fact that I will have to live out of boxes for a while until everything finds a new home. My nails will probably be all scraggy and bare, and I won’t have access to all of my things straight away, but it won’t kill me.
So there’s my plan so far… Nothing mind-blowing but knowing all of this is sorted will hopefully reduce my stress levels. Happy Moving!