Well, we are relocated. Sorta got my own space set up, on the main floor, away from the entertainment center and the other computers. Hopefully it will be “private” enough to get some writing done. Wanted it in the bedroom, but I think that’s just not going to work out for now.
I knew we’d manage to spread out and occupy all that space from this bigger apartment. Good thing I resisted the urge to order furniture pre-move. It’ll probably take us a month to get everything sorted out. The place is.. weird. I like it, but it doesn’t really feel like where we live yet.
On the bright side, the 15 extra miles I added to my commute aren’t so bad. Traffic is a little heavy to start with, but generally still the lighter “going away from town” traffic that I’m used to. I’m still the 80-90 mph, bobbing-weaving, head-banging, morning speeder that I always was. I love my car =)
To recap.. the move was … all right. Everyone seems to think hiring movers will be the only way to go from now on, since this went so smooth.. of course, EVERYONE didn’t seem to get as stressed about packing things up for the movers as I did. For anyone reading this, keep in mind this is MY POV only and I was under stress, but it sure felt like I did a hella lot of packing on my own that COULD have gone a lot smoother with help.. and I sure did a lot of thinking about how many hours went into saving the Final Fantasy world instead of packing, and even how much “sleeping in” was done on moving day.. and how I wanted to go postal on one particular couple that I heard giggling in their unpacked room all morning with the clock ticking down to movers coming. Like I said.. stressed. I just kept thinking, I am not the only person who uses this bathroom, this shower, these closets, this bedroom, this living room, this kitchen, etc.. yet I am the only one who will pack them. Not to mention “MY desk” which was MY responsibility. Jim got “HIS” room packed. James got “HIS desk”.. well, most of it and HIS entertainment center packed.. and that was it. OH, but he had to work all weekend during the move.. can’t expect him to work all night and pack all day can we? No. No we can’t. Not at all. But.. my mind lingers on those 4 days off PRE working/moving weekend, and how much of that time went into Final Fantasy. BUT.. it’s done. I WAS angry.. I keep replaying in my mind a little argument about Wednesday where “I’ve packed as much as YOU have!” was said to me.. “Yes,” I thought, “but I work during the week and am off the weekend. You are off during the week and work weekend. SO.. I KNOW when I’m going to be packing, when are YOU going to be packing” .. but I said.. “Whatever.” Does nobody think ahead? Just seemed childish and inconsiderate to me. I KNOW he was stressed about moving as much as I was. BUT, come on…
Ick.. enough dumb ranting. I’m really not mad anymore. I really wasn’t mad then.. just accepting. It’s like Jimmy told me a long time ago… I was complaining that I have turned into “housewife” because I cook, I clean, I do laundry.. if it gets picked up, it’s by me or else it sits where it is until it molds. There is no division of chores. There is no help unless I ask for it specifically. Nobody takes the initiative to just DO the dishes or take out the trash… they will HELP if I ASK, but I feel like Mommy ordering people to do their chores, so why the hell don’t I just do it myself. SO, I complained to Jim once, and he said to me “you get your rent paid for in that place by him, the least you can do is the housework to compensate.” I guess I understand that point of view. I guess it may seem fair. But believe me, I’d rather pay my share of rent and divide duties any damned day. I hate housework, it makes me a miserable, bitter, wreck.
Anyway.. I guess I just accepted that the same was true about moving.. he pays, I pack. C’est la vie. I guess all I am really complaining about is the notion that everyone else is oblivious to the situation. I mean.. does he acknowledge that I do these things and not him? OR does he just notice when I get busy and DONT do these things and they pile up? And now what happens.. I do believe I am supposed to be paying a share of the rent at this new place… how’s that gonna work?
I think I can tell you how… for anybody reading this… first, I LOVE YOU! but second, Remember where that box of cereal was when you got it out to get some? Why not put it back up there when you’re done, eh? And hey! Here’s a thought.. if it’s empty, put it in the trash can. And HEY, if the trash can is full, CHANGE it, THEN put it in the trash can. And third, Thanks.