Today sucked the mother of all lemons.
First, there is packing. We worked like crazy this weekend, got a lot done, but there is so much left to do. The sorting. The prioritizing. The throwing out.
It's all happening, it's fine.
Then, there is the scheduling. Yesterday, we're getting temporary storage; today, we're not. This is actually a good thing, because it gives us time to pack our things and give the house a good cleaning, then paint and fix the random things there are to fix. Like patch drywall, which I've never done in my life but will soon become proficient since I have to fix holes left by our previous contractor. Yes, he put holes in the wall.
Lastly, there is the need to hire a contractor to fix the other random things we don't have time to do, like put stairs at the back door to complete the remodel permit we have open, STILL.
Fun!
All of this stresses my husband out, which makes him testy, which stresses me out, and makes me testy.
OC is blissfully unaware, as it should be. She feels free to whine and cry when she is bored or tired in the afternoons and either I spend time redirecting her or I get frustrated and try to explain to her that this is what we're doing and soon life will be happy again but right now I have to get these things done and be on the phone but someday I will be a mother who us fun and not be Crazy-Stressed Out Mommy maybe for once in your damn life but for now I want to run away! Far, far away!
But I can't because I have to move this household to Central Oregon within a fluctuating time frame and complete school paperwork and realtor paperwork and credit union paperwork not to mention plan and give a FANTASTIC BIRHTDAY PARTY ON FRIDAY.
FRIDAY!!!
I'll get back to you when I've found my damn mind. I just don't have time to look for it right now.
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This too shall pass. I promise.
After my move to Bend a couple of years ago, I decided that I never want to move again. I'll leave this house when I'm dead.
The very thought of moving causes me to break out in hives... but, the thought of cleaning out all the cupboards is both scary and appealing...
Good luck with all of it...
Oh my god! You poor thing. You'll get good at the drywall patching - it's easy. As I discovered when I tried to move a desk down my stairs at the old place and, uh, it got away from me? Yeah.
So it's hard to explain why there's a hole near the bottom of the wall. Big woo.
Good luck with your birthday party! I hope things calm down soon. :)
Let me know when you find your mind. Maybe mine will be there too!
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