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The Real Deal

29 Aug

On 15 August, I drove away from Michigan.  Again.

I drove back to work for a meeting.  Then  I flew back to MI for another meeting and back to VA/DC again.   Ugh.  Work travel.

This whole living in limbo thing is killing me.  I checked out of my “old” job last Friday and into my “new” job Monday [it’s all relative as I’ve been working my new job since April].

Thing is, I’m living in the homes of other people or on the empty floor of my vacant house.  I’ve been dealing with all of that.

5 September my house becomes occupied by strangers.  It’s sad.

It’s all sad.  I’m happy for the change.  New job.  New locale.  Outside the Beltway, outside the insanity [but not outside the political pressures of my program], but that’s ok.  It’s all different.  It’s good.  It’s bad.  It’s just sad, in some and many ways.

So, I’m working [through the “transition” and the drama].  I’m grieving the move, my friends, but mostly my mom… still somehow.

That’s me.

I travel back to MI on Friday, but the being “home” is short-lived.  After a week home, I’m back on the road.  For work.  For school.  For work.  Non-stop.  The good with the bad.

Just busy trying to deal, stay afloat and live.

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I Can’t Even Make This Stuff Up

14 Aug

I had very tall orders for our move.  Self imposed, but tall orders no less.  Not only did I have to pack up and clean out our VA house, I decided it would be good to add:

1.Redo New Kitchen: Refinish Cabinets, Change the countertop, change the countertop and repaint the kitchen.
2. Paint the whole house: It’s 900 sqft, but I thought it would be good to get it done before our movers arrived.
3. Wire house for TV, it is a 1950’s house and has no such hook-ups.
4. Remove the carpet upstairs and replace it with bamboo flooring.
5. Power wash house.
6. Remove the 1950’s special awnings.
7. Replace the roof on the single car garage.
8. Redecorate our bedroom arrangements [new bed stuff].
9. Plan and execute a party for 40 people.
10. Unpack enough of our stuff to have a place for the in-laws and to have a beautiful place for our party.

Did I mention the movers were scheduled to arrive on the 8th of August.  The in-laws arrival scheduled for the 9th.  My husband’s Change of Command ceremony on the 11th.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure that qualifies me as certifiably crazy.

Just like all of the best laid plans, everything went to hell in a hand basket.

1. The movers were late on Wednesday.  They didn’t finish unloading until 11pm.  I didn’t get to unpack a single box, contrary to plan.
2. The cabinet hinges were wrong, causing the alignment to be wrong and requiring a re-do [for a later date].  Also found out the contractor was not contracted for the backsplash… and on…
3. My quick minute spent grabbing breakfast Thursday morning was dutifully punished by the dogs biting a box, dragging it down and eating my baking supplies. A box of baker’s chocolate. A bag of chocolate chips. A bag of toffee/chocolate chunks. A bag of brown sugar. A bag of wrapped caramels. A bag of rice [not baking supplies, but “delicious” no less].
4. Instead of unpacking, I got to take our black lab to the animal hospital to treat him for ingesting a toxic amount of chocolate [amongst other things].
5. When I returned home from the animal hospital at 6pm, the other lab was busy vomiting and dealing with toxic chocolate as well.
6. I scrambled to clean up dog puke [at a rate of 15 vomits per 5 minutes] and unpack just enough for the in-laws to have a bed to sleep in for their midnight arrival
7. Midnight became 3 am because the in-laws luggage was lost.
8. The counter-top guy who was supposed to arrive Friday morning, was really scheduled for Friday afternoon.  The plumber who was supposed to arrive Friday afternoon, came Friday morning.
9. The counter-top guy finally came around 6pm, when he was “scheduled” for 2pm.  Counter, but no sink.
10. Unpacked the rest of the day, until 3 am. Slept until 5:30am on Saturday when I had to get ready for the Change of Command.
11. Plumber arrived at noon on Saturday, when we had guests at 3pm.
12. After the Change of Command, I was left alone to clean, set-up for the party and deal with the pending storm that was threatening to bring the whole party in our 900 sqft house.

But we survived. survived.  The chaos.  The disarray.  The complete cluster fuck everything was.   I survived it all.

And now?  I’m done.

There is still much to do, but I’m taking a moment to breath.