Sunday, August 03, 2014

We are moving.  All is chaos.  I must pack, but I am more-easily-exhausted-than-usual on account of being 19 weeks pregnant.  It's amazing how much energy it takes to metabolize for two/ be woken up twice a night to go pee/ feel faintly nauseous all the time.*  An unspecified number of people are showing up Sunday to move stuff (do I take the offer from the friend's husband with a three-week-old?  I feel like he gets a pass even though he offered twice, but on the other hand, I can't lift heavy things because I can't hold them in to my body because there's a tiny baby in the way and therefore I'm not strong enough) and... well... I hope it all gets there.  I still haven't made childcare arrangements for Tatoe and I start work in three weeks.  BUT!  It must all happen, so it will.

* This is a VAST improvement over really, really nauseous all the time, but still, not so great.

4 comments:

  1. My vote is to accept any and all help. Presumably the husband with the 3wo has a SO that's either (a) Ok with him helping or (b) the husband is willing to risk the fallout from his offer.

    Good luck with the move! I hate moving with a passion. I often have the urge to just throw everything out/burn the place down and start over.

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    1. I'm seriously considering arson right now. I think our insurance doesn't cover it if you set the fire yourself...

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  2. Wow, I go away for a couple weeks and all this happens. Congratulations on the job and good luck with the move and don't just send the letter, send it in ALL CAPS!

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