My pain, your gain
posted by bitchphd
ZOMG HERE I AM!!
So as I said a while back, I've moved. The new house is teh super cute, but did you know that MOVING IS A PAIN IN THE ASS??!? I've spent the last 4+ weeks schlepping boxes, unpacking boxes, discovering that many of the boxes that got rained on contain wet books and clothes, fanning open books over every heater vent and flat surface to try to dry them out, researching drycleaners that might be able to salvage mildewed clothes, schlepping a carful of clothes to the drycleaner, writing checks, recycling the same two outfits, discovering exactly how much china, crystal, and glassware I've inherited from two sets of grandparents (TOO MUCH!! AHHH!), washing china, crystal, and glassware, placing china, crystal, and glassware into two china cabinets and a sideboard, discovering even MORE china,crystal, and glassware, organizing the kitchen, re-organizing the kitchen, unpacking clothes so I have more than two outfits, figuring out where to put my clothes, piling clothes I have no room for in the center of the family room to be dealt with "later," calling plumbers, dealing with no water, writing checks, organizing my office so that bills and necessary shit can be taken care of, listening to workers swear in the crawl space while retrofitting the foundation, writing more checks, calling insurance companies, buying a microwave, getting bids on rewiring the house, writing checks, moving bookshelves into PK's room, moving bookshelves around in PK's room, figuring out where to house the mice safe from the cat, moving the mice so the sound of plumbers and workers and electricians working won't freak them out, moving the mice back so that they don't freeze out in the garage or get eaten by the cat while in the basement, organizing PK's closet, moving all the things I'd unpacked out of china cabinets, re-organizing the kitchen to accommodate china, crystal, and glassware, shoving furniture into the center of the room for the electrician, politely asking him to use dropcloths, gingerly scuttling around the edges of the room and stepping over electrical cord and tools in order to move around the house, showering in the basement with a frosted clear shower curtain dividing me from the electricians, dressing in the shower while they discuss wiring on the other side of said shower curtain, walking PK back and forth to school (hurrah! walking distance!), shuttling Mr. B. to work on days when I need the car, serving papers on the dead cat people, finding out that the dead cat people lied to the sheriff and pretended not to know themselves, asking lawyer for advice, writing very large check to lawyer, postponing court date, contacting process server, wishing ill upon the dead cat people, taking my laptop to the mac store, finding out my logic board died, deciding not to replace laptop right now, juggling bills, washing dishes by hand, learning what not to flush down the toilet into a septic tank (cigarette butts or tampons), taking the compost out, putting bricks and filled gallon jugs into toilet tanks to save water, installing a new shower head, gently reminding Mr. B. to please do the drywalling in PK's room so that he won't be sleeping next to probable lead paint flakes, talking PK into sleeping on the couch while the electricians are rewiring the house (so that the furniture shoved into the middle of his room doesn't have to be shoved back again nightly), finding still more mildewed clothes, throwing clothes out, moving now-dry wrinkled books off heating vents and onto shelves, drying wet shoes over heating vents, reassuring the cat that the electricians are only temporary and everything is okay, donating the odd item to the school rummage sale, filling boxes in the garage marked "next year's rummage sale", failing to visit my aunt, taking a weekend off to go putter around Los Angeles with the family, washing laundry, failing to bring laundry in before it rains, bringing laundry in as soon as it dries, folding laundry and piling it in neat piles around the house while I figure out what to do with all our clothes, picking up dry cleaning, shoving dry cleaning into PK's closet, moving dry cleaning into hall closet, moving dry cleaning to top of bed so electricians can install breaker box in hall closet, buying ten bags of apples and five bags of oranges for school "snack day," talking Mr. B. into transporting fruit to school on his way to work, trying to keep up with email on my iphone, grocery shopping, and occasionally sitting on my ass.
What I haven't been doing, obviously, is blogging. Or quitting smoking, which I started again because of the dead cat people (I swear! It's their fault!). Both of those omissions, however, I hope to rectify soon. I have set myself up with an account on Mr. B.'s laptop and purchased nicotine gum in preparation.
Today I am in Starbucks (yay oatmeal!) because the electricians turned off the electricity. The cold house and inability to heat food--along with the plastic-draped piles of furniture and clothing in every room, the complete absence of places to sit, and the sound of drills and sawing--drove me here. After setting up an online account with my credit card agency so I could pay a bill online, I found myself . . . . with nothing to do.
So I thought I'd check in. How are all of you?
So as I said a while back, I've moved. The new house is teh super cute, but did you know that MOVING IS A PAIN IN THE ASS??!? I've spent the last 4+ weeks schlepping boxes, unpacking boxes, discovering that many of the boxes that got rained on contain wet books and clothes, fanning open books over every heater vent and flat surface to try to dry them out, researching drycleaners that might be able to salvage mildewed clothes, schlepping a carful of clothes to the drycleaner, writing checks, recycling the same two outfits, discovering exactly how much china, crystal, and glassware I've inherited from two sets of grandparents (TOO MUCH!! AHHH!), washing china, crystal, and glassware, placing china, crystal, and glassware into two china cabinets and a sideboard, discovering even MORE china,crystal, and glassware, organizing the kitchen, re-organizing the kitchen, unpacking clothes so I have more than two outfits, figuring out where to put my clothes, piling clothes I have no room for in the center of the family room to be dealt with "later," calling plumbers, dealing with no water, writing checks, organizing my office so that bills and necessary shit can be taken care of, listening to workers swear in the crawl space while retrofitting the foundation, writing more checks, calling insurance companies, buying a microwave, getting bids on rewiring the house, writing checks, moving bookshelves into PK's room, moving bookshelves around in PK's room, figuring out where to house the mice safe from the cat, moving the mice so the sound of plumbers and workers and electricians working won't freak them out, moving the mice back so that they don't freeze out in the garage or get eaten by the cat while in the basement, organizing PK's closet, moving all the things I'd unpacked out of china cabinets, re-organizing the kitchen to accommodate china, crystal, and glassware, shoving furniture into the center of the room for the electrician, politely asking him to use dropcloths, gingerly scuttling around the edges of the room and stepping over electrical cord and tools in order to move around the house, showering in the basement with a frosted clear shower curtain dividing me from the electricians, dressing in the shower while they discuss wiring on the other side of said shower curtain, walking PK back and forth to school (hurrah! walking distance!), shuttling Mr. B. to work on days when I need the car, serving papers on the dead cat people, finding out that the dead cat people lied to the sheriff and pretended not to know themselves, asking lawyer for advice, writing very large check to lawyer, postponing court date, contacting process server, wishing ill upon the dead cat people, taking my laptop to the mac store, finding out my logic board died, deciding not to replace laptop right now, juggling bills, washing dishes by hand, learning what not to flush down the toilet into a septic tank (cigarette butts or tampons), taking the compost out, putting bricks and filled gallon jugs into toilet tanks to save water, installing a new shower head, gently reminding Mr. B. to please do the drywalling in PK's room so that he won't be sleeping next to probable lead paint flakes, talking PK into sleeping on the couch while the electricians are rewiring the house (so that the furniture shoved into the middle of his room doesn't have to be shoved back again nightly), finding still more mildewed clothes, throwing clothes out, moving now-dry wrinkled books off heating vents and onto shelves, drying wet shoes over heating vents, reassuring the cat that the electricians are only temporary and everything is okay, donating the odd item to the school rummage sale, filling boxes in the garage marked "next year's rummage sale", failing to visit my aunt, taking a weekend off to go putter around Los Angeles with the family, washing laundry, failing to bring laundry in before it rains, bringing laundry in as soon as it dries, folding laundry and piling it in neat piles around the house while I figure out what to do with all our clothes, picking up dry cleaning, shoving dry cleaning into PK's closet, moving dry cleaning into hall closet, moving dry cleaning to top of bed so electricians can install breaker box in hall closet, buying ten bags of apples and five bags of oranges for school "snack day," talking Mr. B. into transporting fruit to school on his way to work, trying to keep up with email on my iphone, grocery shopping, and occasionally sitting on my ass.
What I haven't been doing, obviously, is blogging. Or quitting smoking, which I started again because of the dead cat people (I swear! It's their fault!). Both of those omissions, however, I hope to rectify soon. I have set myself up with an account on Mr. B.'s laptop and purchased nicotine gum in preparation.
Today I am in Starbucks (yay oatmeal!) because the electricians turned off the electricity. The cold house and inability to heat food--along with the plastic-draped piles of furniture and clothing in every room, the complete absence of places to sit, and the sound of drills and sawing--drove me here. After setting up an online account with my credit card agency so I could pay a bill online, I found myself . . . . with nothing to do.
So I thought I'd check in. How are all of you?
Labels: mememe, real estate
Posted at 11:35 AM
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