We had the key to the house, Missy had 3 days booked at a residential course in Cambridge, we had the shock realisation that the rental house wasn’t packed as much as is required to move home.
Elbow grease. That’s what was required from this point forth. That, and money. Lots and lots of money. My purse is now filled with receipts from DIY stores.
So, the teen seemed to be emotionally stopped on packing her room. That’s all that was required of her apart from picking up after herself. She had to pack her room. I saw dozens of rubbish bags exiting her little sanctuary but didn’t see many boxes making it to the move me pile. What should have taken half a day ended up taking more than two weeks. Whenever I go in her room it is a cause of contention. We end up arguing so I tried to leave her to it. In the end I found myself standing on the landing tersely pointing out that she was not fulfilling her end of the bargain, I was highly disappointed in her and she needed to pull her finger out or argument or not I would go in and sort the situation. “But I’m deciding what to keep and what to throw”, “Decide Faster!!!”.
I dropped Missy at Cambridge, and then collected her and took the day to look around that beautiful city with her and my cousin Noele. We had an amazing day. The course was more than everything she’d ever dreamed of. We needed some together time.
The house with the key needed emptying. Debris everywhere, cupboards still full and unable to receive our personal effects. So, every night after work and every morning before work, there I was emptying the house into my car to be taken to the recycling centre. Walls needed scrubbing, floors needed scrubbing, every single surface needed scrubbing.
Every time I moved something in the house I found more mould. Rather than being able to proceed, I would have to stop, strip the wall, apply mould remedy, wait, scrub, reapply, rewash, repaper, before I could get on with what I had intended to do before moving the item. It was rather disheartening and time consuming.
I bought trade paint. I thought “Tradesmen, they know what they’re doing, I’ll buy their paint” but it transpires that tradespeople do not buy trade paint because it is fit for very little. What should have taken 2 coats took upwards of 4.
Missy had design ideas about her room including stripping the woodchip wallpaper, painting, and adding brick wallpaper as a feature wall. Apart from me sneakily adding 4 coats of paint to her room while she was in Cambridge, and laying a carpet, she did the rest herself. It looks great.
So, slowly the house began to change from dirty, mouldy, icky to a place where you could touch the paintwork, run your hand down the bannister, walk through a room and open a cupboard to find emptiness.
The helpers helped, during week 2 mum arrived and stayed over. We hired gardeners to help tame the wildly overgrown hedge. We’d cut it down to an appropriate width using heavy duty power tools but needed help topping it off and taking away the cuttings. The gardeners also helped me to put the fence back up which had been pulled down. The Mormon missionaries arrived and helped me change the roof of a shed, to re-board and re-tarp so that it was watertight. I still have remedial work there fixing the back wall, but baby steps.
The skip filled, the cars filled over and over again. One of the dogs my mum owns, a big floofy German Shepherd, slipped through the gate and took a walk through the neighbourhood causing much excitement among the local residents. Appliances were delivered. Things were starting to come together. Now, to pack the old house and book a removal company.
But one thing at a time.