The good things first --
This neighborhood rocks. One next-door neighbor gave us his lawn mower. The other next-door neighbor wants my kids to play in her yard, offered to watch them for awhile so I could unpack in peace, has two kids under age three, and has a husband home all day. Another neighbor came over and asked if she could bring us spaghetti dinner tomorrow. We biked to city hall (which looks like a rec center in the middle of a park), where a lovely woman helped me apply for homestead status while talking about the history of the town, told me to call with questions half a dozen times, informed me that I don't need to separate recyclables and they will provide as many bins as I want (seriously, she said I could have five), offered stickers for yard waste/compost collection (except the house already had a marked bin), and when I told her that the county provides cheap rain barrels, she was excited and said she'd put it in the town newsletter. I feel like I've been transported to a 50's sitcom where everyone cares about the environment as a bonus.
Peter's coping with the move quite well. He says our mail slot is a library drop slot and spent 45 minutes putting things in and collecting them. That was only trumped by putting clothes down the laundry chute (most of which even needed to be put down there). We kept him at the old house while we loaded the truck and he had a fabulous time -- first he moved individual toys from a box on the porch to a box on the truck. Then he made himself a nest of blankets on a wheel well. Rather than freaking from the chaos, he loved all the people and busyness. He managed to stay awake until nearly 11, even as I drove to the new house following Dan in the truck, and brought the three of us to my IL's house, where my MIL had gotten Leo to sleep two hours before. This was despite all of us waking up at 6:30 that morning.
I got the kitchen almost all unpacked with my mom's help on Thursday night. Then the assorted cleaning supplies came this afternoon and I need to do some rearranging, but it's mostly put together. Peter's bed is set up and a lot of his toys are out of boxes. Our bed frame is being tricky, but for tonight we have the mattress and box spring on the floor, which is better than Leo and I sleeping on the extra bed in the basement and Dan on the couch like last night.
Dan got the DSL working tonight -- whoo! Outside world!
And the less-good stuff --
The discoloration in the toilet bowl is some heavy-duty mineral deposits due to 8 months of a slow leak and LimeAway isn't touching it.
The dryer isn't actually hooked up to the venting system, which we only determined after putting two loads through the washer.
The third bedroom/office is a total disaster and the basement might be a maze of boxes indefinitely. Then there's the garage where the guys put the stuff from storage after going Thursday night with a smaller truck (where the contents of the 10'x10' room just barely squeezed in). We still have a sizeably amount of stuff being stored at my parents' house, too.
All in all, I am so, so grateful that our family members went out of their way to help us -- my uncle drove in from Wisconsin, the not-quite-brothers-in-law who aren't actually stuck with us yet (although I guess that's not true since one is Dan's cousin. He's not quite tied to my family yet, though), everyone's patience through last-minute changes in plans and lots and lots of lifting and sorting.
I'm also thankful for our realtors (we worked with different people on the buying and selling ends). It turned out that both of them lost a chunk of their commissions -- the buying agent offered to buy half of the new water heater for the new house when the sellers refused because she knew that would mean we'd definitely get this house and our selling agent forgot to remove an earlier incentive off the MLS listing and found out at closing that the buyer's agent was expecting an extra $2,000 that ended up coming out of our guy's pocket. Remind me not to go into real estate.
Now I need to keep wading through the boxes, hopefully getting rid of some of this as we go. For the first time, we have more than enough chairs and I'm hoping to throw a birthday barbeque picnic for all these helpful family members next weekend (starting my thirtieth year next Saturday, aka my 29th birthday). I don't suppose it would be a good idea to ask them to paint some walls while they're here....