Tag Archives: stress

I’m a Bad, Bad Blogger

14 Sep

I’m hoping that will change now that I have an iPad app that allows me to read and write. Who knows, I say that every time.

The truth is my life is insane. I don’t have “that much” going on, but yet I have so much. I’ve got a job that’s intense [though who knew it would be]… and I’m working on my MBA. Our house needs work. I have lots of travel [work and personal]. I haven’t even added in going to the barn to ride my horse or workout… OR do anything else… because I haven’t…

It’s sad. I need to do those things, but even the mundane details take so.much.time. Example: Yesterday I spent 1.5 hrs on the phone during my drive home trying to accomplish 1 “simple” thing. Change the insurance policy on our VA house to a landlord policy.

Instead of that being me getting quotes, it turned into that plus changing my name at Suntrust FOR THE THIRD TIME, getting our mortgage address information corrected FOR THE SECOND TIME, and finding out that the policy I chose does not work with our mortgage [AFTER I chose it]. I still do not have a resolution to it and that’s the thing… EVERY. SINGLE. THING. takes a millions steps….

I don’t want to sound bitter and ranting, but I am a little. The thing is I have *so* much to do that it would be nice if just *one* thing was simple. Just one…

So anyway, I am headed to my orientation for my MBA. It’s going to be all “kumbaya” and connecting with the Universe. Just what I need right now. Hopefully, I can get myself centered. Grounded. And in-tune with what I need.

The good news is I will have time to connect with the world again… at least for 6 days.

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.