Finally. Home. Online. Normalcy.
In my dreams.
Stuff to go into storage is crammed into the new place, in the ex’s garage, all over the lawn, (good thing the upstairs landlord’s been away for the weekend; she already suspects we’re a fire trap) and, some, actually in the truck on the way to the storage locker. I just shifted enough stuff so I can get at the dresser drawers so I can put stuff away (don’t get me started on dressers…) . Bennie the cat is distraught and acting out in his own Bennie way (litter boxes don’t exist if one is either annoyed or has diarrhea).
Me, I’m exhausted, and broke. I missed a bunch of days of work during a lucrative time (I work on commission). I had to bum coffee money from one of the boys at the store yesterday. But I needed it. We were packing the truck until one AM on Sunday night, then a sleepness night at the new place, then back to the old place by 7 AM, then packed and cleaned until noon, when I had to go back to the new place, shower, dress and work for eight hours, which turned into nine because I had last-minute customers (who didn’t buy, grrrr). Happy Fourth. I’m amazed I was awake enough to drive home. I’m amazed that I could get out of the car when I did get home, considering how badly I hurt. I have done harder work than this house move, but I was a tad younger then.
Today is a “day off,†which means I don’t go to the store, I just do hard labor here at the new place. Gotta make some room to move. Gotta put my clothes away (I was late for work yesterday because I couldn’t find clean clothes or matching socks). Gotta do something with the kitchen, ’cause eating out is costing us a fortune we don’t have. Gotta get the stuff to storage so we can return the truck and pray the U-Haul bill isn’t more than we have in the bank. (Friday’s paycheck is long gone already.)
For two people who have moved as many times as Isaac and I have, you’d think we’d be better at it by now.
Coffee’s gone … back to work.