For the last 5 years, we have moved just about every 18 months. I know 18 months doesn’t seem like long enough to get settled, but as a military family, things are unpacked, pictures are hung and the house is a home in about 48 hours flat. We take speed moving to a whole new level (if only the companies moving our belongings felt the same way).

We have now lived in Rhode Island for about 18 months. Like most other military families, after 18 months in one home I look around and think we need a change. We either need to move into a new home, or I need to rearrange the entire house. I went with the later.

There were a couple technicalities I had to deal with. One, I had to move everything before my husband got home from work. Not really a huge deal since he usually emails me before he leaves work to check and make sure I don’t need anything while he is on his way home. Because I am mildly crazy, if I tried to move things with him home, I would just got off the deep end trying to micromanage and he would just sit and look at me like I’m crazy. It’s best for everyone that he just walks in after everything is done.

Two, I broke my leg and it’s kind of in a cast. This may seem like a big problem when it comes to moving heavy furniture, but as it turns out it’s only a small problem.

I also needed to bring my iMac from upstairs to downstairs and find somewhere for my computer desk (yes, I hopped down my stairway carrying a computer desk, if that doesn’t qualify me for most ridiculous milspouse of the year, I’m not sure what will) so that my husband can write his last few papers for school and I can actually edit pictures for my blog, all while watching my kids. It was a genius idea, until I fell down the stairs carrying said computer desk.

I know about 50 of my friends are going to say, “Why didn’t you ask for help?”

I’ll tell you why. I just can’t. I’m independent to a fault (see: carrying computer desk downstairs while having broken leg). It’s the only reason I can give. I’m the same way when my husband is away on business, I would rather try and fail (see: dumping 5 gallons of water all over the floor trying to get a new bottle of water onto the water dispenser). It’s really just totally a pride thing.

As I was moving couches around, my three year old asked, “Is this our new home?!”

“YES!” (Oh my gosh! She GETS it!) “Yes, this is our new home!”

So far the dinning room and the living room have been “made over”. The dinning room table moved about 2 feet to make room for the computer desk and the couches have found new places in the living room to reside. I call that a success.

I may not be awesome at moving furniture, but I am pretty swell at baking.

This cake is a case in point. Actually, to be honest, this is my second attempt at this cake. The first time I made it, it slid apart and I ended up just eating the pastry cream. This time *gasp* it came out gorgeous. This Boston Cream Pie Cake is from Baked and puts any other Boston Cream ANYTHING to shame. The chocolate pastry cream truly makes this cake what it is, it is crazy delicious.