So one week before the move Husband packed up everything in the apartment, meaning that for one week two sleep deprived adults and one 3 week old baby lived like this in a 36 m2:
It was a hot mess and I was anxious for it to be over. Unfortunately due to circumstances beyond our control, the moving in and out process had to take place all within 48 hours.
Day 1:
10:00am: The notaire
We had to sign with the notaire before we could get the keys to the new apartment so we packed up baby and headed to the notaire's which was about an hour away by car. Fortunately Husband's parents could come along to watch baby during the signing.
As I was breastfeeding and she was nursing every two hours my plan was to feed her before and after the signing.
But of course she didn't care about the plan and refused to wake up to nurse before our appointment. By the time the notaire got to page 21 of the 50 something page document all I could think about was my exploding boobs.
After we signed we rushed back to the car so I could breastfeed and change the baby before heading back to Paris so we could have lunch before continuing our very long day.
2:00pm: The bank
There's this weird thing were there's a percentage of the total amount of the apartment that has to be paid by a cashier's check and we needed this check in order to get the keys. And the day before, the bank called to let us know that the check wasn't ready because they needed at least 48 hours to get it done (the banker in charge of us couldn't start the process on the day we told them we would be moving into the new apartment because she had taken the day off).
Yes a bank that can't write a check.
I would be surprised except this was the same bank that one time couldn't make a deposit for me at the counter. Yes, they couldn't take money and put it into an account. Come on people, it's a bank. That's the basis of their work.
So yeah I wasn't surprised this bank was having a hard time doing basic bank things like producing a check. They told us they would try to get the check emergency expedited but until that morning we still weren't sure if the check was ready. They were closed for lunch and re-opened at 2pm which co-incidently was at the same time as our appointment for the walk through of the new apartment.
We dropped Husband off at the bank so he could see about the check and I went to the new apartment to stall the guy doing the walk through knowing full well that it was very possible moving wasn't possible.
Fortunately the bank did pull through and we got the check.
2:30pm Etat des lieux of new apartment
So I really couldn't participate in this as I was busy doing things like breastfeeding on the toilet and diaper changing in the shower. Husband took care of everything and we finally got the keys and became official homeowners.
4:00pm The moving van
We didn't have much time to celebrate because Husband had to go pick up the moving van so he could move everything out of the apartment. I stayed behind in the new apartment to take care of the baby.
I tried to get some rest and later woke up to the realization there were no lighbulbs in the apartment when I opened my eyes to completely darkness.
Breastfeeding by cellphone light ensued.
8:00pm: Moving in
Husband finally arrived with requested lamp on priority so I could finally change the baby. While I was doing this in the shower the rest of the people who were helping out with the move begin to appear. As where I was was the only area with actual light in the apartment everyone came to me like a moth to a flame.
It would be the first time most people would see the baby, half naked, stinking of a loaded daiper, my hand on her ass. Quite an impression.
10:00pm Pizza
Everyone was famished so we ordered pizza which came very quickly except it wasn't the right order. After 15 minutes of convincing the guy he had the wrong address the right order finally appeared but one hour later.
Stuffing of faces ensued.
12:am: Sleep
Day 2:
9:00am: Moving out of old apartment
Everyone woke up early so they could go back to the old apartment to clean up the place and make sure everything was in good condition so we could get our deposit back (the walk through was at 5pm).
I stayed behind to take care of the baby and enjoy the natural light in the apartment.
5:00pm Etat des lieux of old apartment
Husband's parents picked up me and the baby so I could see the apartment for the last time before we handed back the keys.
When I got to the apartment it was strange to see it empty and it's walls bare, It looked so small, this place where I had spent the last four years, or perhaps I had simply outgrown it.
We waited while the guy inspected the place and then handed him the keys. That was it, we were officially moved out.
Day 3:
We convinced Husband's parents to stay an extra day so his father could install a temporary kitchen sink for us (I couldn't imagine having to wash dishes in the bathroom sink for too long).
Before leaving he told us to be careful as he accidently reversed the hot and cold water pipes in the sink.
Must have been the exhaustion.
It was a hot mess and I was anxious for it to be over. Unfortunately due to circumstances beyond our control, the moving in and out process had to take place all within 48 hours.
Day 1:
10:00am: The notaire
We had to sign with the notaire before we could get the keys to the new apartment so we packed up baby and headed to the notaire's which was about an hour away by car. Fortunately Husband's parents could come along to watch baby during the signing.
As I was breastfeeding and she was nursing every two hours my plan was to feed her before and after the signing.
But of course she didn't care about the plan and refused to wake up to nurse before our appointment. By the time the notaire got to page 21 of the 50 something page document all I could think about was my exploding boobs.
After we signed we rushed back to the car so I could breastfeed and change the baby before heading back to Paris so we could have lunch before continuing our very long day.
2:00pm: The bank
There's this weird thing were there's a percentage of the total amount of the apartment that has to be paid by a cashier's check and we needed this check in order to get the keys. And the day before, the bank called to let us know that the check wasn't ready because they needed at least 48 hours to get it done (the banker in charge of us couldn't start the process on the day we told them we would be moving into the new apartment because she had taken the day off).
Yes a bank that can't write a check.
I would be surprised except this was the same bank that one time couldn't make a deposit for me at the counter. Yes, they couldn't take money and put it into an account. Come on people, it's a bank. That's the basis of their work.
So yeah I wasn't surprised this bank was having a hard time doing basic bank things like producing a check. They told us they would try to get the check emergency expedited but until that morning we still weren't sure if the check was ready. They were closed for lunch and re-opened at 2pm which co-incidently was at the same time as our appointment for the walk through of the new apartment.
We dropped Husband off at the bank so he could see about the check and I went to the new apartment to stall the guy doing the walk through knowing full well that it was very possible moving wasn't possible.
Fortunately the bank did pull through and we got the check.
2:30pm Etat des lieux of new apartment
So I really couldn't participate in this as I was busy doing things like breastfeeding on the toilet and diaper changing in the shower. Husband took care of everything and we finally got the keys and became official homeowners.
4:00pm The moving van
We didn't have much time to celebrate because Husband had to go pick up the moving van so he could move everything out of the apartment. I stayed behind in the new apartment to take care of the baby.
I tried to get some rest and later woke up to the realization there were no lighbulbs in the apartment when I opened my eyes to completely darkness.
Breastfeeding by cellphone light ensued.
8:00pm: Moving in
Husband finally arrived with requested lamp on priority so I could finally change the baby. While I was doing this in the shower the rest of the people who were helping out with the move begin to appear. As where I was was the only area with actual light in the apartment everyone came to me like a moth to a flame.
It would be the first time most people would see the baby, half naked, stinking of a loaded daiper, my hand on her ass. Quite an impression.
10:00pm Pizza
Everyone was famished so we ordered pizza which came very quickly except it wasn't the right order. After 15 minutes of convincing the guy he had the wrong address the right order finally appeared but one hour later.
Stuffing of faces ensued.
12:am: Sleep
Day 2:
9:00am: Moving out of old apartment
Everyone woke up early so they could go back to the old apartment to clean up the place and make sure everything was in good condition so we could get our deposit back (the walk through was at 5pm).
I stayed behind to take care of the baby and enjoy the natural light in the apartment.
5:00pm Etat des lieux of old apartment
Husband's parents picked up me and the baby so I could see the apartment for the last time before we handed back the keys.
When I got to the apartment it was strange to see it empty and it's walls bare, It looked so small, this place where I had spent the last four years, or perhaps I had simply outgrown it.
We waited while the guy inspected the place and then handed him the keys. That was it, we were officially moved out.
Day 3:
We convinced Husband's parents to stay an extra day so his father could install a temporary kitchen sink for us (I couldn't imagine having to wash dishes in the bathroom sink for too long).
Before leaving he told us to be careful as he accidently reversed the hot and cold water pipes in the sink.
Must have been the exhaustion.
