The moving saga…

30 Apr

That’s what it’s turning into. Let’s start at moving day. Woke up early but the movers were already stuck in traffic. Some friends were coming over to help with cleaning the house as we moved. They got stopped by the police on the way there and one of them was arrested and taken to jail for not carrying his license with him. That’s right. Jail. So sig-o goes off to bail him out while I wait on the movers, who get there almost 2 hours late. Kid gets bailed out, movers are rockin’ and things start looking up. Until the movers realize that not everything will fit in the truck. That’s right. So sig-o had to drive 4 hours back and find a pick-up to haul everything on a trailer the movers were going to lend to us. But the trailer ended up being too jacked up to make the long drive so now sig-o had to get a truck to move the rest of the stuff that didn’t fit. He was hoping to leave by 10am today but it’s now almost 10pm and he’s just leaving. To top it all off, he has to have the truck back by 8am tomorrow morning so he has to unload everything as soon as he gets here, maybe will get to sleep an hour, and then head straight back. We won’t get to spend the weekend together, and we’ll be apart for a month while he’s in training in another city. Lovely.

I haven’t had it much better. The night we moved in I had the bed all made up with clean sheets and blankets and z-baby puked all over them. So we slept on a quilt. The next morning he barfed all over that one, too. We headed to the shower where he slipped and fell, and then before I could get his diaper on him, he poo’ed all over the floor. That’s right. Straight onto the carpet. All the hub-bub had evidently taken it’s toll on the dog, because she then promptly vomited. On the carpet. We don’t have the washer and dryer hooked up yet so I spent my morning at the laundry mat. The last night, a friggin mosquito must have been in our room and I woke up with a ton of bites. Just lovely.

Sorry for the rant, but just had to get it out. This will all get better, right???


2 Responses to “The moving saga…”

  1. The Muser May 2, 2010 at 10:04 pm #

    Oh no! That sounds awful. It will definitely get better. Hang in there. Thinking of you!


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