I've been at my parents house for just about a week now. I am so very lucky that they were willing and able to take me and my family in with all of our baggage.
In case you missed it, a week and a half ago Pat and I put all our possessions (save a few suitcases) into two Pods and left our house in TN (with major help from Pat's dad). I flew up to MA with the three kids, and Pat and his dad drove my van up with the three dogs. Now the kids, dogs, and I are staying with my parents until we close on our new house the first weekend in October.
I am not going to lie to you and tell you it has been easy though. It has been a tough transition especially for the kids. We just today had our first normal schedule kind of day. My poor parents have all these extra people staying in their house and using their stuff. And don't let me forget to mention that I have three dogs with me and two of them can never be together. (So that means we have two dog crates set up in the living room.) Taking us in has been a huge imposition on my parents and their lives. It was not the ideal situation for anyone involved. I just hope my poor parents still have some sanity by the time I leave.
While my parents and I love each other dearly and enjoy spending time together, I think it is fair to say we are all counting down the days. I think what is most important for me to make it work is to try to keep a schedule like the kids normally have and also keep busy with kid friendly activities, preferably outside. Those two things alone are a balancing act that we're figuring out. I also worry about Leah sensing the chaos and my stress. I worry if all the kids are getting enough attention to their needs. While I'm filled with all this anxiety, I'm trying to just trust that we will successfully find our way through this and into our new home.