I’ve been waiting for June long enough that when I saw today’s date, I almost did a back flip. Okay, no, not a back flip. I worked out hard and moved furniture this weekend. Getting out of my car is a uniquely torturous challenge, so back flips are decidedly out. But I’m excited. Mostly because in nine more days, The Dork Lord and I move into our bigger, yay-I-have-my-own-office apartment on the other side of the complex. We’ve been on a waiting list for this place since the fifth week we were dating. See? Sometimes you just know things. Like, how we knew our love wouldn’t survive living in a one bedroom bachelor pad.
You’d think that with all this time we’ve had to wait and prepare, packing would be well underway. Oh, sillies. It’s not even started. And we’re going out of town this weekend. After packing up my own apartment five or six weeks ago, I have very little enthusiasm for more quality time with cardboard boxes and packing tape. In fact, the words dread and I’d rather stand in a pile of fire ants come to mind.The Boy, bless his heart, wasn’t exactly the biggest contributor to the moving out experience (my mom, bless hers even more, was. Total. Effing. CHAMP), so my inner six year old is throwing a special little tantrum regarding fairness – or the lack thereof – at the prospect of another pack-up job. But love is love, and also I know that the more labor I do, the more unappetizing tasks I can ask him to do in exchange. Like, getting my car inspected. Also maybe washed and waxed and vacuumed. And that’s all before I clean his oven.
Boy, didn’t that sound like a euphemism for something dirty and awesome.
Well….we are looking at new apartments, condos, townhomes too. A move is imminent….dreaded, but necessary.
If any of your readers know of PR/Marketing/Fundraising jobs in the Houston area, I would LOVE to know! Thanks for any and all help….in this, our fourth move in three years. Hopefully, this is THE MOVE…permanent. Hubs already has a GREAT job…now I just have to find one too! Thanks in advance.
You clean his oven? How adventurous of you!
congrats on getting the place you’ve been waiting for!
Yes and yes!
ps. An office = AWESOME. Hmm, hopefully a doggie-free office? =)
We are moving this weekend into a bigger place as well, something I’ve been looking forward to since moving into his one bedroom apartment almost a year ago.
I also hate packing, but I’ve lucked out and he’s done almost all of it. Sometimes I feel mildly guilty but then I remember all the times I was doing productive things while he sat and played video games all day. Then the guilt magically goes away.
i only clean ovens on special occasions.
I can relate to the hatred for packing; I also find that I’m really awful at unpacking everything. I moved into my house five months ago and still have two boxes left to unpack (apparently those things are not important to me).
Just channel your inner “E” and invite friends over to help. Suppress your perfectionist tendencies and just live with imperfection!!! It’s much easier.
that’s what she said.
I did just what you’re doing a few months ago and I feel your pain. The moving in (I moved all my stuff while he was at work one day)and the moving out (he packed 3 boxes) BUT I was lucky enough that his work friends moved everything… I lifted 3 boxes tops. I also had him do ALL the unpacking except the our and the kids clothes.
I remember when I discovered you could pay people to PACK FOR YOU. It was totally like finding the winning golden ticket AND getting religion all at once. I still feel that way, actually. And I am sure at some point in the future I will have to pack and move my own self again and there will be tears. And broken stuff. GOOD LUCK!