DCMM: How Do You Move With A Four Year Old?

We did it!  We sold the house in the DC Metro area and bought a new one.  In an amazingly short period of time.  In this real estate market I am in shock my house was only on the market for less than a week and we got 4 offers. And then we were in a bidding war for the house we wanted, but in the end in all worked out.  And now we are moving.  In 6 weeks.

I'm lucky in that most of my belongings are in a POD already.  But when I think about packing up the rest of the house I literally break out into hives.  And then there are all the change of address phone calls.  And home inspections to schedule.  And closings.  And both my husband and I work.

And I was the one who decided this was a good idea

I can't forget about my four year old.  How exactly does one do this?  I've lined up my parents to take him overnight the night before we move so we can dismantle his bed, and he will sleep there again the night after so we can put it back together.  The actual day of the move he will be at camp.  But I'm not exactly sure he gets it.  This is the only house he has ever lived in.  Will he be sad?  Excited? Traumatized?  How do I make this easier on him?  Are there books?  Videos?  Does Blue ever move?

I can't stop feeling like this all went TOO WELL.  That something is going to go wrong.  I am waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.  Our house won't pass inspection.  Or the new house won't appraise.  Our buyers will walk.  Something, anything will go wrong.  Meanwhile I've stopped sleeping and eating and I'm drinking all the wine in our house.  Hey, it is one less thing we will have to move.

There is not doubt in my mind that we bought the perfect house for us.  It was love upon first site.  I even put a contract on it while my husband was away on a business trip, I was so worried we would lose it.  I bought a house before my husband even saw it.  But the minute he walked in he got it.  This was it, this was the house for us.  We just need to make it 6 weeks without anything going wrong.

I just keep reminding myself we are never doing this again.  This is my last house.  Ever.  I have never experienced anything more stressful.  Taking the Bar Exam was less stressful.  My next move is in a pine box.