Well, We’re Here… Technically

We moved. Which sounds simple enough until I tell you it was pouring, hailing, and the only thing more slippery than the Tommy gate on that moving truck was my last shred of sanity.

But hey—when you’ve got a herd of family members ready to tackle it like a full-contact sport, you don’t reschedule. You throw on some boots, pray the furniture survives, and accept that your new beige carpet is now “earth-toned.”

Spoiler: The IKEA Desk Didn’t Survive

Listen, if you’ve ever owned a flimsy little IKEA desk and thought, this is fine furniture, I’m here to tell you: you’ve been lied to. That poor thing hit the new house and instantly collapsed like a soggy taco shell. There was no fixing it. No hope. Just parts. Everywhere.

Luckily, the guys had enough tools stashed in their truck beds to build an ark, so we mostly got things together without needing to hit the hardware store mid-storm.

Enter: The Family Dream Team

It took every last one of us to pull this chaos off. My brothers were tossing furniture like it was CrossFit. One sister-in-law was knee-deep in unpacking the kitchen while also somehow finding homes for 47 mismatched water bottles and the boys’ three thousand snacks.

The other sister-in-law tackled loft bed assembly like a legend. (God bless her, because those instruction manuals might as well be ancient scrolls written in IKEA hieroglyphics.)

And my nieces? Sweet angels. They entertained the twins with painted rocks, bug hunts, nature walks, and whatever else they could find outside that wasn’t hail. The amount of tiny painted rocks now in this house is borderline alarming—but I’m not asking questions. They kept the boys alive and distracted. 10/10. No notes.

The Living Room Has Commitment Issues

Now let’s talk about this very unique living room layout. It’s giving “open concept with a vendetta.” Nothing fits. Everything echoes. It took the entire family—standing around scratching heads and rotating couches like we were playing furniture Tetris—to finally say, “You know what? Sunroom it is.”

So now, the sunroom is our new main living area. And honestly? I love her. She’s cozy, she’s bright, and she’s far enough from the rest of the chaos that I can pretend I’m in a Nancy Meyers movie if I squint hard enough.

Final Score: Family 1, Chaos 0 (Barely)

We made it. Sort of. Is everything where it needs to be? Absolutely not. Is everything we need still at the old house? 100%. Batteries, charger cords, screwdrivers, and that one very specific noise machine—still MIA. But the beds are up, the coffee maker survived, and my children are asleep in actual beds. So I’m calling it a win.

Moral of the Story?

Moving is wild. Moving with twins during a hailstorm while your furniture disassembles itself is just plain rude. But with enough family, caffeine, and sarcasm, you can get through anything.

(Just maybe leave the IKEA next time.)

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