Home Sweet Home?

Well, that's it. All moved in. Boxes strewn through every room. Furniture still not put back together much less in the right places. However, we are all, the three of us (W, N and me), living in the same house. I need one of those placques that reads "Bless this mess" for that is what we have here, a mess, and more than just the physical one. We are all in an emotional upheaval. We are all physically exhausted. We are all grumpier than grumpy. I alone am also dealing with my period and all the fun that comes with it.

So far we've found two more plumbing issues, and the satellite dish installer couldn't run the cable because of some insulation problem that has to be resolved. The movers did not do all that they were supposed to in bringing things in and setting them up. Many many boxes ended up in the garage rather than the rooms written on the boxes supposedly for distribution to the proper rooms. The movers were in a hurry. On the other hand, the movers took many smoking breaks. Hmm. . . We have also discovered that the upper cabinets in the kitchen are so low that neither the coffeemaker nor the mixer will fit under them.

As far as "Can't we all just get along?" the answer to that is, apparently, no. No, life is not easy. No, we don't agree on many things. No, we are not enjoying each other's company. No, no, no. Anybody ever asks if hell is a real place, I'll tell 'em that it is without a doubt, and I've been there. I am in hell, and as I was taught for so many years in church, once you are in hell you are damned to be there for eternity. It is feeling very much like I am spending eternity in hell.

However, in the good news department, N has already found a buddy around the corner, a boy his age in his grade at his school. Hallelujah. Apparently, N was convinced that since he didn't see any kids roaming the streets of our neighborhood that he was doomed to be friendless. Now he has not only found this buddy, but also two girls across the street a bit older than he. We have also met three of our new neighbors. Seems that we've moved into a very friendly neighborhood. So far the neighbors we've met seem to fall under the "nice and normal" category. So see, it isn't all bad. Not at all. . .