Around the beginning of January we moved from our two bedroom apartment to a 3 bedroom townhouse and we were THRILLED! We quickly settled in and unpacked everything. I also went to work on turning a back room in the basement into a playroom for the kiddies.
|This was the start of the playroom for the kids...|
I felt dirty, and panicked and unsafe in the house that was supposed to be our "step up." The thought of my precious babies breathing in poison was enough to send me into several anxiety attacks.
The next few days were a blur of packing, washing clothes (3 times for every piece of laundry in the house), and doctor appointments. Thank God the kids all tested negative for drugs. We also had to throw away anything porous that couldn't be washed. This included pillows, mattresses, and some beloved stuffed animals, as well as our vacuum and humidifiers.
We have been in our new place for about a week now, and I must say that it is MUCH nicer than the old townhouse. The basement walls are actually "finished", and back yard is HUGE, and we have a garage.
|The playroom alone is a good indicator of how much nicer the new place is!|
I feel so much safer and at home in this new place. Maybe everything happened to lead us here. Whatever the reasons, I'm just glad my family is safe and comfortable, and I'm happy to be back to blogging (again).