This is my life at the moment. As I type this I should actually be sleeping peacefully at the new house. Instead, I am scraping my shins and arms on box flaps while wading through a sea of cardboard. We're not moved. Everyone is entitled to a rant sometimes. I guess this is my time.
So many things have delayed us. Not enough people with enough muscle to help move the big stuff, we underestimated the number of boxes necessary, and lack of hours in the day. I'm so very disappointed right now.
Last night my father in law's vehicle got stuck in the mud. Scott was helping to extricate it and fell into said mud. What a mess! Today I broke a 5lb glass canister all over the kitchen floor and Comet got into the broken glass because there was a few errant kibbles of dog food on the floor. He had two pieces of glass in his mouth. I got them out and got the bleeding to stop, but I was very upset. My herniated disc is flaring up with all of the packing/moving of stuff. And then, there are people.
People have a way of making an already trying situation even more difficult. I hate, despise, loathe all of this upheaval and chaos. I am so not a roll with it kind of gal. I try, but I'm just not. I don't like change. Even good change. It's the process of it that I have a hard time with. I've been in my own head a lot lately, and my anxiety level has been exceedingly high. If I hear one more person tell me that I "have way too much stuff" or that I need to "just have a big yard sale!" I might throat punch them. Seriously. It's not funny. Not even a little bit.
And it's really not funny after you've been told that you won't be moving fully until NEXT weekend. I learned this after I packed up all of our food, medications, cookware, plates, everything. I did set aside an emergency meal of pasta and (gag) jarred sauce, however, someone took the sauce and packed it; so if I want to make the pasta there is nothing to put on it. Oh, and I can't even make the damn pasta without a pot. Even if I could I have no plates or forks to eat it with.
Yeah, my stress level is to the max. And they had to increase my blood pressure medicine Thursday which is bad. I did get some good news though. I don't have cancer. I found a large, hard lump on my ribcage a while back and it never went away. It's a benign tumor thank God.
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