Are we done yet?
Let me tell you something: I hate moving. We haven’t even actually started moving yet, and it’s already killing me. We got the keys to the new place on Friday, and discovered that (no surprise) the landlord did not get the weird-ass mismatched trim painted after the previous tenant moved out. So we spent all weekend painting a million miles of trim. I’m really glad we did it, but damn. That was exhausting. I still need to clean the floors, and just the thought of climbing the four flights of stairs is putting me into panic mode. Do not want.
I had hoped to get out of going grocery shopping before we had to move, but this morning I killed the last of the coffee in the house (while pouring boiling water all over my hand. So smart). Then I ate tortillas for lunch. Just tortillas. So, yeah, I have to go to the store. Crap. And I have to take the airport shuttle to my parents’ house again, to go get the rest of my crap. On the plus side, though, I get to also bring my brother back with me, to help with the hauling!
And hopefully by next week I won’t feel quite so taxed by the learning curve of work, and I’ll actually remember to blog. Here’s hoping!
