moving sucks. i’ve moved 5 times since my son was born, and each time it gets harder. this time, we have more shit than we’ve ever had before, and i have no help packing. J is working literally all the time, so here i am. by myself, staring with a mound of random scattered objects and not enough boxes or paper to wrap them in. the baby is screaming because she’s penned up and being ignored. my boy is competing for my attention. my MIL is a moron. ARGH. it still hasn’t sunk in that the day after tomorrow, we will be spending the night in a different house. we’ve stayed in our current location the longest since i moved out of my own parents house, (3 whole years!) and it’s going to take some adjusting to. all of you who’ve im’ed, texted, or e-mailed me in the past week probably know all this… how nervous and frustrated i am is all i can talk about!
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Just a Note…
to top it off, K is home. for the summer. he is already driving me up the wall. have i mentioned this already? i can’t remember if i posted about that this morning or not… so i won’t get into it. but let’s just say, i miss the baby’s quiet nap time. today, it lasted a whole 30 minutes because K felt the need to stomp through the house searching for me. i HATE carpet, but i won’t miss the noisy wood.
we’re having pizza and a movie for dinner an hour early tonight, because if i don’t relax i’m probably going to run away. i’ve given up trying to box up our stuff. our house looks like a tornado hit it, and for a girl who is fairly neurotic about clutter, i am losing my mind.
seriously, i HATE clutter. decorations spread out on a table for no reason other to look pretty, irritate the hell out of me. not that i hold it against you if you do it… i think it’s just more trauma from my childhood rearing it’s ugly head. my parents weren’t the cleanest of folk, and i’m pretty sure the only reason they had kids was so they’d have someone to clean for them. a few years of conditioning, and BAM you have a neat freak. also, my MIL loves decorative shit, and naturally everything she does pisses me off, so decorative shit pisses me off too. i’m not so bad that i HAVE to clean right now, or that i won’t put up a picture frame, or that i’m going to pull my hair out or anything, but it is really pissing me off. like, really. and, talk about being a hypocrite… i collect fantasy figurines. (like dragons, fairies, wizards, etc.) it’s my pointless guilty pleasure, and the collection started in highschool. i don’t have many, and haven’t added to it for years, but i love it.
anyways. just had to get that out there.
you can move on with your lives now, thank you for your time.
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well. the moving date has been moved YET AGAIN. i’m pretty sure it’s official this time, because it involves outside appointments. 
we’re going to the house tomorrow to move delicate objects (like our television) and to be there during the cable/internet install. i’ll probably put a good bleach cleaning on the bathrooms and kitchen while i’m there too. we’ll be picking up a UHaul on Saturday morning, and officially moving everything then. J’s got a friend from work coming to help out, while i get to take care of the kids. geez, am i a lucky girl or what??? (no sarcasm there, for once) i hate moving, and would much rather watch the kids and unpack plates while the boys wrestle with our furniture.
K is officially out of school for the summer! meaning i need to get off my ass and get him to the eye doctor… it’s become a state law that kids need to have an eye check up before enrolling in school, and i havent’ done that yet. i signed a waiver for his kindergarten year, but because we’re moving to a different school district i have no more excuses. gotta get that done.
i also have to say, that i am missing my morning quiet time. with a baby, i feed her as soon as i get up, chuck her in the jumperoo, make my coffee, and sit on the couch with my computer and do my “morning thing” in the relative quiet. it’s very peaceful, and helps get me geared up for the rest of the day. now, i have a 6 year old nagging me for breakfast and idle conversation. it’s back to being a full time mom of two, i guess. now i know why parents were never as excited about summer vacation as we were!
another side note, i can’t wait until i can get up in the morning, and not have my skin crawl as my MIL walks over to ask me yet another stupid question. (did you get the mail yesterday? when did this package come?) i can’t wait until i can get into the kitchen without having to climb over a babygate because she brought McCreepy’s stupid giant poodle over yet again. never trust a man who’s dog is a giant poodle. oh, and did i mention i won’t have to drive 45 minutes to go grocery shopping… YEAH!!!! anyways.
enough meaningless morning chatter. i’m just trying to prolong actually getting my ass to work…