The move

Sometimes it is darkest right before dawn.  That is my life right now.  I hope.

This move has been anything but easy.  In reality I should have known it would not be easy -- I don't have that kind of luck.

On Sunday morning I got a call from my new landlord.  He needed to let me know that he had finished all the plumbing in the upstairs bathroom.  That was good.  Then the plumber came out to inspect the work.  And a leak was discovered.  That was bad.  They eventually found the leak.  That was good.  It required them to rip open the dining room wall.  That was bad.  He promised to fix it.  That was good.  And even replace the wall now missing wallpaper because he has some upstairs in the attic. That is bad -- I hate wall paper.

Then on Sunday evening I got a call from U-haul.  I missed the call because I was packing.  Shocker!  But a message was left.  They were calling to let me know that the 17 foot truck I had reserved never arrived at the store.  It was not available.  Panic!  But they did have a 20 foot truck for me.  Breathe!  Which turned out to be a good thing because there would not have been an extra inch of room in the 17 footer when packed.

My friend, her husband, my dad, and my step mom came to help unpack the truck. It took 2 hours.  Which was good.  The boys I hired to pack it took an hour.  I fell once.  I gashed my knuckle.  Which is now infected because I could not find a band-aid.  I have a beautiful purple bruise the size of a quarter on my forearm.  And every inch of my body aches.  I am exhausted beyond belief. 

And every other minute I wonder... what have I done?  To my life?  To my child?  To my career?

And when I am not panicking, I can't wait until I have fully settled in, make friends, find a routine, and reconnect to those I love.

I just may need some serious meds to make it through this.

Mean Mama