Moving is never a fun task but I am happy to say I survived it. Of course, the boxes are not unpacked yet and may take a week or two to be all unpacked and organized. My plans changed on Monday when the management company for my new place called and told me that I could not move in on Jan. 31 because they were replacing the carpet. I had to shuffle some things around and rescheduled the movers. I did end of picking up the keys on Tuesday afternoon after the carpet was replaced. Moving day became February 1 and I have to admit, it went pretty well. Everything was ready by the time the movers arrived and I didn’t lift a thing. Three hours later, the move was complete. The cable guy showed up later and set up the cable, phone and internet. Dinner involved pizza and paper plates. After dinner, I went back to old place and vacuumed. I had been cleaning cabinets, drawers and windows for several days. The fridge and stove were cleaned the night before and the bathroom before the movers got there. I was absolutely worn out. I was in bed by 8:30.
We are home
Things went pretty well despite the pain in all my joints. I slept like baby last night. There will be more boxes to unpack today, tomorrow, and for several days. I also did laundry last night because I have a washer and dryer at my place. I never had this at my previous place so you can see how happy that makes me. Did I mention that I also went to the chiropractor after the move? The chiropractic massage helped me with some of the neck and back that I have been dealing with as I have been planning the move, cleaning, packing boxes and move its self. Planning helped because things could have been much worse. However, I don’t have a plan for the unpacking part – I will guess figure it out as I go. Anyway, here’s the thing, I feel like I am home. I slept so peacefully last night and so did the boys that there was no question that we were home. We really are.
In addition to the move, I am dealing with another situation – one I have not been open about on this blog. It is not something I plan on opening up about but it has been a nerve wrecking situation. To add injury to insult, the person I hired to take care of it is the most insensitive person I have ever met. I just want the issue resolved and I hired someone for that purpose. I didn’t hire someone to belittle my choices. Unfortunately, the monies have been paid and the documents filed so I can have to put up with this person for another couple months. Trust me when I say I have no plans to recommend her to anyone.
On Sunday night, I had a dream about my dad. I only dream about Dad when I am struggling with something. In my dream, Dad was waiting outside for me. He had an RV and we were going on a trip. I was getting my youngest ready and peeking out the window every often. Dad was leaning against the RV and patiently waiting. When I finished getting myself and my son ready, I went downstairs and called my brother (the married one) that we were all ready to go (I assume he was going too). I awoke as we walked out the door. I think my life would be boring if everything was perfect and wonderful all the time. Personally, I think God knows I am capable so he tests me. It is hard sometimes being a rock when you feel like a small ship in a storm. I know I will get through this but it doesn’t mean I won’t spend the next two months worrying.
Alliance Health prepared an article where I was mentioned. Click HERE to be directed to that article. Also, if you have not checked my Parenting with Chronic Pain article, click HERE for that link. When I wrote the article for Creaky Joints, I wasn’t prepared for the feedback from. So many parents out there can actually relate to my feelings and my anxieties. I am glad that I wrote it and I am very grateful for the feedback.
A New Chapter
The move and the beginning of the end of that the stressful situation I mentioned are both part of a new chapter for me. Since my brother died, it seems like things just keep going wrong. My marriage issues, my car accident, financial issues that continued to linger (but are finally and hopefully coming to an end), having to move because some annoying person decided to single my kids out and several other things I didn’t expect especially when I was trying to grieve my brother. I don’t feel like I ever really had an opportunity to grieve my brother and the fact that I didn’t is hard. I know that life gets in the way but sometimes, I think that I spent so much time being tough and trying to hold everything together that I made the choice not to grieve. Supposedly, time heals all wounds or so I have heard. 😉