Reluctant Nomad

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

4:30 pm: Get a call telling me the movers will be here tomorrow between 8 and 10 am. Oh boy. So not ready.

4:31 pm: Back to packing. I think, "What do I need more for the next three months, shoes or handbags? Shoes. Definitely shoes."

4:32 pm: Let Mr. Furious play with his Thomas the Tank Engine bag instructing him to pack some toys in there. I think, "Could I fit a handbag in his bag? Hubby's bag? Bam Bam's (3 yo) bag?" Yes. Definitely.

4:33 pm: Lecture from Mr. Furious about forgetting to pack his travel toothpaste in the bag. "Uhhhhh...look what you did!"

4:35 pm: Lecture for Mr. Furious about taking things out of the packed bags. I resign myself to the fact that he is undoing everything I'm doing.

4:35 pm: respond to email. Feel guilty.

4:36 pm: "Don't get stuff out of the bags."

4:38 pm: I feel like I'm having a heart attack. Hot flash. Back and arm pain. Must return to packing.

4:30: wander around the house, not knowing what to pack. Eat popcorn. Finish the bowl of popcorn.

4:41: erase LDS Nugget email (how did I get on that list anyway?). more guilt.

4:42: take three bites of watermelon. out of three different pieces. just for the hell of it.

4:49: "Do you know what a sound wave is? It's like when you talk, there is a wave that you can't see." Mr. Furious is using Color Wonder and pontificating on life's mysteries. And suddenly he walks away. "What were you saying sweetie?" I call after him. "Nothing. You were busy."

5:00: Realtor calls. New owner wants to walk through on Monday. I can't even see past five minutes from now. Monday sounds fine.

5:58: Boys packed for summer and fall. Every stitch of laundry is clean except what we have on. And the boys have no shirts on so I'm ahead of that game. They have no shoes on either. And I just found them across the street. "We're looking for sticks!" Great.

6:00: McDonald's sounds good, no?

6:58: Ghostbusters on. McDonald's being eaten. Talking to hubby, crying now over what still has to be done. It's all made better by the fact that he mentions our townhouse is actually two townhouses with the wall torn out. Tall ceilings. Open floor plan. Manna from Heaven. Sweet nectar of life.

7:23: There is a couple taking their nightly walk down my street. I miss being settled. Already.

Labels: The Move

posted by Reluctant Nomad at 1:30 AM -

3 Comments:

At 25/7/07 4:35 AM, Emily Marie said…

Oh wow! You sound like you had a not so fun day. I am sorry I haven't been more avaliable for you lately! What can I do for you!??? Hope I get to see you before you leave for Austria!
At 26/7/07 12:20 AM, loudaisy said…

I am tired and stress just reading your post. Oh, Mara. I am excited about your townhouse though. It does sound like Manna from heaven. Good luck Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
At 29/7/07 11:35 PM, Justine said…

Ghostbusters rock.

I wish I could help.

I'll just stare sadly at the computer screen, remembering how it feels to move.

I'll pray for you.

I could also consume some Lindt dark chocolate on your behalf if you'd like.

Just keep breathing. That's pretty much all you've got control over.