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| 06.15.05 (12:18 pm) [edit] |
Okay, people, we're making some progress here. While poor DH worked until midnight or some ridiculousness, I packed the irritating stuff in the living room (items in drawers, vases, clocks, etc.) and the remaining glass stuff from the kitchen. Tonight, I tackle my bedroom (DH has only the nightstand on his side; the rest of his clothes are in his office closet).I did have to spend a frustrating near-40 minutes on the phone with SBC, enjoying (not) their hold messages, to schedule our phone installation (which was supposed to take place a few weeks ago). I scheduled it for Monday and called DH, only to find out he is taking Friday off and is willing to wait for the installers. So I got to wait on the phone again!!! Woo hooo! One good thing (Flea), is that I heard directly from our super, who was very nice and said he'd leave me a key to the boiler room where the phone box was, so that we could schedule SBC at our convenience -- or lack thereof. And he's going to replace the kitchen's screen door for me, and attempt to help get the screens in place in the sunroom -- something DH and I were afraid to do for fear we'd break them, and the windows and screens look custom-made. In the midst of the moving neurotica, Scuzzy the big fat cat is "scooting" everywhere (GROSS!) so he has to go to the vet on Friday at 5:20 to have his glands expressed (G-d, you SO don't want to know). Jacob spent Monday night and much of Tuesday puking his poor skinny guts out, from heatstroke, I think. (And then ate a bagel, two hot dogs, and a piece of pizza for dinner.) Oh, and when I hit the Corolla's brakes, my car sounds like nails on a rusty blackboard, but my local Meineke closed down, so I have to take it somewhere else. When, I ask you? Saturday, of course. While we move. I'm insane, I know. But brakes, IMO, are something you just don't fuck with. I'm willing to go long on the oil change and leave the wiper blades on until they practically score the windshield, but the brakes? Must to fix. Deep breaths, right? Deep, cleansing breaths. ["Voices," Toby Lightman] |
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 06.15.05 (10:28 am)
Apple O Core to the moment I dream!
or whatever the hell he's saying.
I woah!!!
posted by: jennjr (reply)
post date: 06.15.05 (10:35 am)
Good luck!
You have so much on your plate. Hang in there!
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 06.16.05 (2:30 am)
Ok, you're in the throes of moving.
Now imagine Saturday morning, the day of the big move, that your husband blacks out from drinking himself stupid the night before. He cracks his eyesocket against the corner of a table and is bleeding everywhere. After debating leaving his ass on the floor, you have to take him to the emergency room for stitches. Along the way he blacks out again and starts choking on his own tongue. All the dr's and nurses ask him how long he's been an alcoholic. He's so hung over that he can't help AT ALL the rest of the day. Meanwhile you frantically phone 2 friends to let the movers in and said movers refuse to touch anything because the owner isn't home and the new home owner generously gives you another 4 fucking hours to move out.
But your DH wouldn't do that to you. Not that I'm bitter and harbor resentment 2.5 years later.
posted by: jexyx2 (reply)
post date: 06.16.05 (7:54 am)
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