Only 3 weeks to go before our house no longer belongs to us, and we finally found a place to live. Phew. That was cutting it a little close. I guess I should be packing or something. But I so hate packing. So here I am.
This move is bitter-sweet. Because the plan is to build a beautiful home that we'll love (actually this is the back-up plan after this happened), but in the meantime we have to move out of our beautiful home that we almost love and into a dumpy rental that is costing as much as our mortgage. Plus it's covered in wall to wall shag carpeting that the baby is going to be crawling around on - shudder. Not ideal, but it's a roof over our heads. Oh yeah, and it doesn't have a dishwasher, which is going to be interesting. I'm going to stop there because I don't want y'all to think I'm a spoiled brat.
So 2 weeks until we move. Holy crap. Have you ever tried to wrap things in newspaper with a toddler at your feet? Have you ever seen a toddler with newspaper, even? I don't know what it is about rustling and crumpling papers but it's like catnip or speed or something. He goes ballistic. He'll go at it with a pile of newspapers and won't stop until the living room looks like a hamster cage. So I'm having a hard time being productive. Plus, he thinks cardboard is food, so I can't exactly leave boxes lying around if you know what I mean.
If there's one thing about moving I hate more than packing (or lifting, or unpacking), it's phoning all the utility people to cancel or move services. Especially BELL. There's waiting on hold. Getting disconnected. Waiting on hold just to get disconnected. Dealing with miserable people who hate their job. Dealing with overly cheerful people who also probably hate their job, but must not get paid or something unless they're overly cheerful. And then there's the arguers; you know the ones who try desperately to convince you not to disconnect your service, or to improve your package, or to increase your coverage, or whatever. After waiting on hold and being disconnected, I honestly don't have the time, patience, or energy to argue people. Not to mention that my husband and I have done a year's worth of arguing in the last two weeks as it is. So gimme a break.
Okay. That's enough complaining for now. I better go pack something.