Tuesday, May 29, 2007

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. . .

8 comments:

freebird said...

Things, as they say, can only get better, and they will, dear TS. Hang on in there kid!

oldbear said...

Sorry to hear its going so crappy Truey, but as FB said, hang tough.

You have made it this far, you will be OK.

You got "mad game" when it comes to surviving ang keeping going!!

Val said...

Ye gads -- we had a rough time last night (not that it's in the same ballpark as your upheaval); Z pulled one of his unpredictable, intermittant "I'm-not-going-to-bed" displays...It was well past 10:30 before he finally gave it up. I'm proud of myself for remaining calm -- not spanking, not threatening, although I was sorely tempted! My own ass was dragging & I HAD been looking forward to an early bedtime myself! Now I'm off to make some strong black tea & ingest some caffeine...

Trueself said...

FB - Hanging in the best I can!

OB - Yep, I got me a strong survival instinct. No matter what happens I'll come out the other side.

Val - Ah well, nobody needs the kind of upheaval I'm having. And we are struggling with bedtimes nightly now since the move. N is scared to go upstairs by himself, day or night, so he won't go up to change into pj's without someone going with him, he won't go to sleep without someone staying with him until he's good and asleep. Sigh. . . It'll get better, right?

Finished Last said...

Moving is always the pits. Hang in there. Hopefully your time in hell is short if not so sweet.

Trueself said...

FL - Glad to see you survived gradutation weekend. Yes, moving is not fun.

Stinkypaw said...

Tell me about moving - but at least I console myself with the fact that I'm not in Hell... just yet... Give me a few more weeks...

Trueself said...

SP - Ah, but you will never be in the Hell like I've put myself for you will at least be going through the experience with a man you love and respect.

I do feel for you though. Moving is never easy.