Moving is such a pain in the butt!! I hate it with every fiber of my being. And unfortunately I know this will NOT be our last move.
We just moved from one apartment to the other. From a one bedroom to a two bedroom. Which we had to cuz the boys need their own room. Instead of sharing the livingroom. Also gives us our livingroom back.
I hate all the boxes and bags and sorting and taking things down and cleaning and all that mess that goes with a move.
If I was redecorating my current place that would be different. It would actually be less work, with things having a place to go. But with moving we have everything everywhere and some things have no place to go. Yet.
I have a big box of clothes that's going to go to Missouri to a friend, cuz lord knows I can't fit my fat ass into them anymore. And I'm sure they can make better use of them there or at least Diana can make some pillows out of some of the outfits.
This move was just bad.
Mark and I were alone on Saturday to move stuff. I did more packing than moving boxes and Mark did most of the actually moving labor. I joked around and said how I was glad I married a man younger than I by 2 years and in better health, because I would have ended up in the hospital after all that he had done that weekend. But that was actually the truth. I moved some boxes, I did a lot of packing and I wrangled the boys when needed, but I didn't do the lifting of boxes from the Second floor and go down the stairs and carry the box about 50 feet to the right to the downstairs apartment that we were moving into.
We would have had Mark's brothers help, but he had a Christening to go to on Saturday, so we were alone. He came over on Sunday to help Mark move the big furniture pieces but he had to leave before we were all done cuz of his Wife.
Who I can say at the moment I'm none too pleased with for that reason.
She's selfish and inconsiderate. Makes grand offers of help and doesnt follow through as she's said or promised. Or she won't let her husband follow through on promises.
Granted my brother in law needs to be ok with telling her he's gonna stay and finish and not be concerned about fighting. There are some things that you should follow through with. Especially since instead of helping us, they were just going to her parents house cuz her dad made dinner. WHAT THE HELL!! We were needing help, she knew this, she heard Mark stopping his brother from moving something cuz he was in pain, she just finished hearing me tell her how I had cried twice that day cuz things were not going well and I was in pain. Not one minute after I have this little discussion with her that she answers her cell phone and it's her father and she's telling him that they are helping us move, then says, yeah we'll be there by 8, ok. WHAT?!?!?!!
We weren't done yet moving things, we had to clean the apartment we were vacating, I still had to feed the boys dinner, Connor was crying from being in the play pen for nearly two days and needed to get out to crawl and cruise, and she turns around and says they are leaving in an hour????
I was mad.
They moved back from AZ to NJ to be near to HER family. Not because of us being here. Mark's parents live in AZ moved there a year before Mark's brother moved back. So they did have some type of family in AZ. But it wasn't hers...
They see her family more than regularly, considering they are probably less than three miles away from them. And they see us about once a month or once every two months. Depends on the holiday or birthday for that time of year.
Otherwise we don't spend time with them. They don't make extra efforts to come see their nephews, we have to call them and make the arrangements or create the invites so the kids can see them.
My brother is in TN with his kids, we see them once a year around Thanksgiving.
My parents are dead going on and over 18 years now. I have an Aunt who spends most of her time in Florida and another Aunt that has had multiple strokes and lives about two hours away.
Mark's parents live in AZ. His brother lives about 30-45 minutes away. His Aunts live 3 hours away in PA. Basically Mark's family has free reign to be the favorite Grandparents and Uncle and what not.. but they don't seem to care or make the effort to be in their lives the way they can be. and it disappoints me greatly.
Not to mention the fact that when we need help and ask for it, we are given grand offers and promises and then when the time comes to cash in... pffftttt... it's either half assed or only when it's convient for them.
Mark is the ultimate in understanding and thinks I'm getting to over wraught with feeling badly about things. He can let things roll off his back better than I can.
What can I say.. I get pissed easy..
Oh oh.. I hear the baby crying.. gotta run.
Later.
We just moved from one apartment to the other. From a one bedroom to a two bedroom. Which we had to cuz the boys need their own room. Instead of sharing the livingroom. Also gives us our livingroom back.
I hate all the boxes and bags and sorting and taking things down and cleaning and all that mess that goes with a move.
If I was redecorating my current place that would be different. It would actually be less work, with things having a place to go. But with moving we have everything everywhere and some things have no place to go. Yet.
I have a big box of clothes that's going to go to Missouri to a friend, cuz lord knows I can't fit my fat ass into them anymore. And I'm sure they can make better use of them there or at least Diana can make some pillows out of some of the outfits.
This move was just bad.
Mark and I were alone on Saturday to move stuff. I did more packing than moving boxes and Mark did most of the actually moving labor. I joked around and said how I was glad I married a man younger than I by 2 years and in better health, because I would have ended up in the hospital after all that he had done that weekend. But that was actually the truth. I moved some boxes, I did a lot of packing and I wrangled the boys when needed, but I didn't do the lifting of boxes from the Second floor and go down the stairs and carry the box about 50 feet to the right to the downstairs apartment that we were moving into.
We would have had Mark's brothers help, but he had a Christening to go to on Saturday, so we were alone. He came over on Sunday to help Mark move the big furniture pieces but he had to leave before we were all done cuz of his Wife.
Who I can say at the moment I'm none too pleased with for that reason.
She's selfish and inconsiderate. Makes grand offers of help and doesnt follow through as she's said or promised. Or she won't let her husband follow through on promises.
Granted my brother in law needs to be ok with telling her he's gonna stay and finish and not be concerned about fighting. There are some things that you should follow through with. Especially since instead of helping us, they were just going to her parents house cuz her dad made dinner. WHAT THE HELL!! We were needing help, she knew this, she heard Mark stopping his brother from moving something cuz he was in pain, she just finished hearing me tell her how I had cried twice that day cuz things were not going well and I was in pain. Not one minute after I have this little discussion with her that she answers her cell phone and it's her father and she's telling him that they are helping us move, then says, yeah we'll be there by 8, ok. WHAT?!?!?!!
We weren't done yet moving things, we had to clean the apartment we were vacating, I still had to feed the boys dinner, Connor was crying from being in the play pen for nearly two days and needed to get out to crawl and cruise, and she turns around and says they are leaving in an hour????
I was mad.
They moved back from AZ to NJ to be near to HER family. Not because of us being here. Mark's parents live in AZ moved there a year before Mark's brother moved back. So they did have some type of family in AZ. But it wasn't hers...
They see her family more than regularly, considering they are probably less than three miles away from them. And they see us about once a month or once every two months. Depends on the holiday or birthday for that time of year.
Otherwise we don't spend time with them. They don't make extra efforts to come see their nephews, we have to call them and make the arrangements or create the invites so the kids can see them.
My brother is in TN with his kids, we see them once a year around Thanksgiving.
My parents are dead going on and over 18 years now. I have an Aunt who spends most of her time in Florida and another Aunt that has had multiple strokes and lives about two hours away.
Mark's parents live in AZ. His brother lives about 30-45 minutes away. His Aunts live 3 hours away in PA. Basically Mark's family has free reign to be the favorite Grandparents and Uncle and what not.. but they don't seem to care or make the effort to be in their lives the way they can be. and it disappoints me greatly.
Not to mention the fact that when we need help and ask for it, we are given grand offers and promises and then when the time comes to cash in... pffftttt... it's either half assed or only when it's convient for them.
Mark is the ultimate in understanding and thinks I'm getting to over wraught with feeling badly about things. He can let things roll off his back better than I can.
What can I say.. I get pissed easy..
Oh oh.. I hear the baby crying.. gotta run.
Later.
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