Where do I start?

[mousme]

Well, last week was certainly a fucking gong show.

For a second I thought we were going to make it, albeit highly imperfectly. I had managed to pack up the whole garage, most of the basement and the entire main floor (the latter thanks to the help from our friends), and I was willing to just leave the "cat room" to be a problem for future me, since it just contains mostly books and bookcases. I quite simply ran out of time, even with help, to pack up the house, and I was willing to take that one on the chin and figure it out later.

But then Friday morning came and KK was too sick to move. She was dizzy and seeing double as a result of overextending herself (her words), and couldn't even stand up. I had gone to bed around midnight and had gotten up around 3:30 in order to keep packing and to get the dogs to PetSmart for the day, so I found this out when I got home around 7:30. I mentally debated my options, since KK hadn't even come close to finishing up with packing her room and had decided to ask the movers to finish up her packing for her (which was NOT our initial agreement!), and I decided it was better to just cancel the whole thing and try again. Our moving plan involved her driving the cats and a lot of the food in her car to the new place, so if she was too dizzy to stand, she was obviously in no condition to drive.

I had to pay a cancellation fee, of course, and the moving company was rather put out, but they agreed to reschedule for June 18th. I paid another months' rent, made sure our utilities wouldn't be shut off, and then went to pick up the dogs from PetSmart. We'd moved a bunch of loose stuff (garden equipment, plants, etc.) on Thursday, including the fruit flies that we use to feed the dart frogs, so I had to drive out to the new place to retrieve the bugs so the frogs wouldn't starve. I figured it would be a fun time for the dogs if I brought them with me and allowed them to run around the property and get some of the excess energy out of their systems, and I was absolutely right: they had a BLAST. They zoomed around every single inch of the four acres, found the pond (which I discovered is pretty much completely dried up) and rolled around in some delicious mud and pond scum, and came out reeking of said pond scum. They were thrilled, and slept hard in the car the entire way home.

In the meantime, all the kitchen stuff is packed, so I went to the dollar store yesterday and picked up some cheap dishes and a cheap pot, pan, and a couple of mugs, and some kitchen utensils just to see us through the next two weeks. I am sad to report the dishes did not last a day, because KK accidentally knocked them onto the floor and broke one of the two plates I bought. I have informed her that I am not buying more. If she wants dishes she can fucking buy them herself at this point. This move is already wildly expensive, and I'm having to shoulder the financial burden of the extra month in this house. If she's going to break the shit I just bought, even if it's an accident (and I'm sure it was), she can fucking well replace it. I suspect this just means I'm going to find that plate constantly used and in the sink for me to wash, but whatever, I will take that up with her when it happens. We're pretty much going to be living off frozen dinners and easy to eat/no preparation required foods until we move. I don't particularly have the wherewithal to cook, all my spices, pots, pans, oils, etc. are completely packed, and I refuse to unpack and repack the kitchen. That sounds like an absolute nightmare.

I am trying very hard not to be mad at KK for the things that aren't in her control, but I am annoyed at her for the things that are in her control. She literally only had to pack up her bedroom, bathroom, office, and her china cabinet, while I took on the rest of the house, and she didn't even get that done. Her bathroom is untouched and her bedroom is only halfway packed. Yes, while our friends were here she stayed downstairs and helped with boxes, but she honestly could have used that time to go upstairs and work on her stuff. The main reason she didn't was because it was hot upstairs (we don't have air conditioning), and I will confess that I have less sympathy than usual for that. I did have help with my part of the house and I also ran out of time, but in my defense I worked for two and a half weeks straight after having Covid and after an emergency trip to Montreal to care for my sick parents, so I think maybe I am allowed a tiny bit of slack, here. KK also had Covid, so I totally get that that time was a write-off, but she had all the time before that, the weekends when I was working and she wasn't, and a fair bit more time in general than I did, with a much smaller workload. How hard would it have been to try to pack one box a day in her bedroom? *bangs head on desk*

I really, really hope she doesn't plan on pulling the same bullshit for the next two weeks. If she does, we are going to have fucking words about it, and I am not confident in my ability to keep a civil tongue in my head about it.

At least we were able to dig out our work equipment, so we'll be able to work for the next couple of weeks. I'm scheduled for day shifts this week and next week, and there is some work from home time for me, so I need to have my work computer all set up, which I did today. So at least that part is set and organized.

I have ordered the Murphy bed for the new place, and unfortunately it seems like I don't get to have any control over the delivery date and time, and it seems like they might not even deliver into the house, but are just going to dump it in my driveway? Which honestly seems kind of shitty to me, especially since they only mentioned that AFTER I had ordered and paid for it. Argh. I will have to keep an eye on the tracking number so that I can figure out how to be at the house on the delivery date in order to accept said delivery, and maybe bat my eyelashes at the delivery guy(s) to at least put the boxes inside my house.

Okay. It's time for me to go to bed. I have a slightly later start at work tomorrow, thank goodness. This week I am what's called the SitRep writer, meaning it's my job to collate information about ongoing and emergent events, like wildfires and flooding and other stuff, write up a Situation Report (or SitRep) and send that out for approval before the end of the day. Since the reports start rolling in a bit later in the day, my schedule gets shifted up accordingly, and it means I can take my time getting ready for work tomorrow morning. What I think I will try to do is get up at the usual time and take the dogs out to the dog park for a long run so that they will be nice and tired and calm for the rest of the day.

That's it for me for now. Catch you on the flip side, friends!