No, not moving blogs. Moving my life. To a new apartment. Hopefully a short-term thing, until we feel ready to get a house. Financially, that is. Otherwise, I am SO ready for a house. I’m tired of packing up all my stuff and carrying it around and changing all my addresses and stuff. That crap is so annoying.
Not that I don’t like moving. I like living all different places. This time, though, it’s not so exciting cause we are just moving closer to where I work. Nothing really new and exciting. Except that it is a ground floor apartment. That is cool. And a way, way shorter drive to work. That is cool too.
I may or may not have mentioned that my husband has horrible ADD. Therefore, he is not the packer. I have to be the packer. Were he to try to help, which he has in the past, it would end up taking twice as long because I would have to finish doing whatever it was that he had been doing because he would get distracted by something shiny and wonderful, or find something he had been looking for three months ago and have to do whatever project it went to, or a piece to something that he had already packed and would have to therefore unpack everything and put it all together right.
Yeah, so. I’m the packer.
In theory, I am just the packer and then he is the mover.
In theory.
Usually I end up doing a large portion of the moving as well. And it looks like that is how it is going to be this time around too.
I have lost count of all the people I have helped move at one point or another. Basically almost everybody I know. If there is somebody I know that I haven’t helped move, it is probably because they haven’t moved yet.
Conveniently, though, I helped these people move away. As in, they aren’t here anymore. Here, where I am. Where I require assistance in moving. Bleh.
Plus Sunshine is here. I hate moving when she is here.
One, it is really annoying to have her everywhere.
Two, I can’t just throw her whole room in boxes and leave it. She needs clothes and a bed and entertainment.
Three, I have to entertain her somehow.
Four, I feel really, really guilty about spending our last week with her packing up and moving shit. That is not fun.
And to top it off, it is expected to be over 100 the entire time.
I think this is the one and only time I have ever not liked the heat.
On of my friends got an idea the last time she moved. She drove down (with her husband) and picked up a couple of guys waiting for work/jobs (by the bus station) and offered them $100 per guy to help move her boxes. The pulled them from the trucks into the house. Don’t know if that works for you, but it is a thought.
Such cruddy weather to have to move in, I hope that your move goes smoothly! I just found your blog via Mrs. H at A Stepmom’s Say and have added you to my reader!
Mimi
Oh man. I feel you. My husband has bad ADHD as well. It’s extremely frustrating!!!
I hate moving as well. I hope to only do it once more in my life. Good luck!!!
UGH!! Moving sucks. My last move was only across the street, but almost a year later I still have things to unpack and organize and put away.
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