Moving is not H's strong suit. He just doesn't have the hustle. Instead of following the instructions I sent yesterday from the hospital to just put shit in boxes, he rearranged things all over the place. Things from DD1's walk in closet (that was all around storage) are now in our room, on the other side of the apartment, still loose and not in boxes.
Put. Shit. In. Boxes. Put. Shit. In. Boxes. Put. Shit. In. Boxes. Put the motherfucking shit in the motherfucking boxes.
I'm trying to keep my cool and am being so nice about it, but omfg. Truck comes at 8am tomorrow. Lord help me.
I'm pretty sure hiring movers that pack for us saved our marriage.
The movers will pack if stuff is left over, but we have a small window for the freight elevator in the morning so I'm trying to avoid it and I want us to be done when they get here.
Omg, that was H when we were moving. The night before, I had to send him away at 7pm the night before so I could finish putting shit in boxes instead of trying to strategically reorganize everything that was already packed.
My H keeps saying "it's not that hard" or "it won't take that long" or my favorite "we don't have that much stuff." We have a few weeks but now is when I have the time. My sympathies.
This would be Calvin too. It's been 8 years since we moved, and we didn't have anywhere near as much stuff then. But it's him every vacation we take, every weekend we go away. I'm trying to pack bags, prep stuff, etc., and he's ... reorganizing the kitchen. Sure it'll be neat when we get back, but WE'LL NEVER GET BACK IF WE NEVER LEAVE.
We went to bed at 3am and the truck got here early, 6:15am!!! I'm so glad they did though because it's almost empty now and H and the girls will be on the road nice and early.
Mama's got a first class flight up there tonight so long as Delta gets their shit together. If everyone clears out soon i might have time for a mani pedi before I go to the airport.