My Years of Transition by Anna Stindt {Guest Post}

I’m happy to have my friend, Anna, posting here today.  Anna is a social worker and mom to a 17-month-old son.  Thank you for being here, Anna! - Odd years have been good to me & I hope for the same in 2013.
  • 2003- graduated high school
  • 2007- graduated college
  • 2009- graduated from my master’s & got married
  • 2011- my son was born
  • 2013- starts our new adventure…
My husband recently got a job about 120 miles from where we currently live. Since, end of November we have started our 2013 transition of moving to a new city. We have been staying with our parents at either location due to holiday travel has well. I have to say my 17-month-old has handled it very well. A few things I have done that I think was helpful:
  • Familiar toys at both location
  • kept to his usual routine of eating & sleeping
  • have his security item (blanket/ puppy) with us at all times
  • either mom or dad have been with him everyday.

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Credit Card Fiasco

Ugh, I am so annoyed.  I never knew that moving would be such a hassle with our CREDIT CARD company.

When we first moved, I followed the standard protocol and changed our address online through my account.  After I clicked “update,” I noticed that it had reverted to our former city/state but kept our new street address.  So I changed it again.  Then it was correct.  No big deal, right?

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We Move Tomorrow!

I’ve been doing a great job of not dwelling on our upcoming move.  Somehow, I’ve managed not to daydream about what our apartment might look like (we haven’t seen it!).  Until now, that is.  We’re going to get our keys tomorrow and I cannot wait!

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Mother’s Intuition

Last week, I had my first experience with mother’s intuition.  It makes me smile thinking about it.

We dropped C off with my parents the week of our move, so that he wouldn’t be getting into boxes and cleaning products as we prepared to leave our apartment.  He did really well with them, and we made sure we Skyped every day until moving day.

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I’ll Become a Squatter Before I Ever Move Again

Last week, we moved from one Midwestern state to another.  We’re back in our home state now, which is awesome, but let me tell you – moving is a real bitch.

I’ve always gotten stressed out during moves.  Factor in mental illness (postpartum anxiety and postpartum depression) and it’s about 1000 times worse.  I had no idea that I’d find myself holding onto sanity by an unraveling thread.  If anything had gone wrong, I’m pretty sure I’d be writing this from the nuthouse.

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