The move went really well on Saturday and we have now had two nights in the new house! A big shout out to my parents--who despite being 72 and having had Isaac for two nights-- moved boxes, a heavy bed and random objects all afternoon. Also big shout outs to Nicole for watching Isaac all Saturday and Danielle for his dinner and ride home. Thanks to the Masons and Jenn for listening over the last month as I complained about the movers canceling and other fun surprises. To those wondering, the blue striped couch has made it to another home.
It's not a shock really, but Isaac is having a hard time. Yesterday we went to Watertown to clean and swim and he was too terrified to get out of the car. He claimed "the monsters are in the Watertown house!" No swim and many tears later, we had a nice evening in Reading. Until bedtime that is. Oh man, we have problems! He "does not like" his new bed OR his old bed. He couldn't fall asleep and didn't want us to go downstairs. He was still crying and running out of his room past 10 pm after waking up from a nightmare. Josh ultimately slept next to him on the floor after, "my new room is bad! I don't like it here!"
Josh and I feel so guilty about all this that we're not parenting normally. We chose to move and bring in a new bed. It is a lot for our very imaginative boy.
So it was a surprise when my little guy woke up a changed boy: "what a good cook you are Mommy." Later, "thank you for getting my milk. I love you."
I'm now on the commuter line to Boston and Josh just drove Isaac to his second-to-last day of daycare in Watertown. His good mood remained but was shy going to his class.
Any ideas about how to make this easier? Tips welcome!














