the good and the bad. and i may be a sleep-walking-smoker.

This last week has been difficult. But I don’t want to start with that.  I want to tell you about some good stuff before I bombard you with the chaotic mess that was our moving experience (which is not yet over, I might add).

First, our house is way bigger inside than it looks on the outside. That means we have 4 bedrooms, a library, a play room, and a media room. And, as my friend Brandy pointed out when she came over to see the new place today, that means way more to clean but I’m not thinking about that right now.

Also, the kids around here ARE AS WEIRD AS MINE! Bonus.

And this is the street that I live on which looks way prettier in person but I thought I show it to you anyway.

And you can smell the ocean.
We went to the beach, decided to drive, and it only took a minute, so, awesome. I think we’re really going to like living here.

But getting here was a pain in my rear end.

Oh the list…

First, Kait and I took about 3 quarters of the kitchen over two days before the movers came so we knocked out quite a bit of the kitchen packing for them yet the guy packing the kitchen was sweating and begging for a cigarette break and complaining that there was so much stuff. People, I don’t even keep so much stuff so I don’t know what he was talking about. Perhaps it was because they were bringing things in from the garage to pack with the kitchen stuff. Yeah. It was probably that.

Our old neighbors brought us our silverware today because the movers forgot to pack it. They also forgot to pack our keyboard, our speakers and our mouse, and a bunch of other things.

And when they got here to the house I told them I wanted a full unpack because IT’S WHAT THEY GET PAID FOR and they didn’t like that so all but one packer dumped all of our stuff into piles everywhere and left previously folded clothes unfolded and strewed about everywhere. Is strewed even a word?

And they had me sign the papers because they were almost done and then they left and they didn’t even unpack the garage at all so I had to call and complain to the personal property inspector who called the manager of the moving company who called the lead packer who called me so he could schedule a time to come out and unpack the garage because he thought I would just want to wait on the garage until my husband got home. Thanks dude for making my decisions for me.

And there were other things.

They bent books.
They ripped books.
They packed very expensive camera lenses with bricks.
They broke Kait’s electric piano.
They broke a few smaller odds and ends.
They packed a full trash can and then carefully wrapped it in one of my clean towels for transport. Thanks guys for taking such care of my trash. And creating more laundry for me.

And apparently I smoke and didn’t even know it because there was this.

And it has a little white pill in the plastic, too. Wonder what that’s about.

…Along with bottles and cans with spent butts in them all over the garage. Cigarette butts. Not human butts. Good grief. Sometimes I think you people purposefully misunderstand me.

So I’ve spent this week waking up very early so I could get a couple of hours of organizing in before Lucy woke up. I’m tired. I miss my husband. And I still have a house to clean for move out inspection and our landlord is giving us a hard time even though we’ve been excellent tenants. No slack here, even when it is clear that the law is on our side. We actually have to consult a lawyer. Crazy.

But I can take two showers a day and not feel guilty. And my boys are actually clean. And while the air conditioner was running I left the back door open so I could hear Jesse playing on the porch .  I’m throwing caution to the wind people. Living with wild abandon. I’ll try not to make a habit of it.

And I can’t wait until the Rabbit gets home.

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