Well I said I would give the details, so I figured I might as well get on with it now.
Everything pretty much clicked into place. Funding came through on time, I got my place on time, stuff hooked-up on time etc.. One of those really meant to be things.
I was extremely exhuasted last week to say the least. I was still recouping from the funeral and attempting to pack. My family drove me nuts. My father and brother moved me (never again) and changed dates and plans faster than a teen girl changes her clothes. My two day move turned into a three day move. I had to stay at my dads Saturday and Sunday night. Wow was I unimpressed. I was told how to do it and when to do it. I had no sleep and ate Ativan like candy. They were being very passive-aggressive about me moving. They didn't want me to go and took their sweet time loaded up the trucks and U-Haul because of it. It took them almost 12 hours to load up. I had everything packed. I felt like I was watching a bunch of politicians conferr over where the boxes should go.
I screamed at them a few times and just about completely lost it Saturday night. I drove back to my Dad's with tears pouring down my face and shaking like a leaf but managed to suck it up by the time I got there. My god my family knows what buttons to push to send me over the edge.
Sunday my step-mom helped me clean (thank freaking god cause it was an aweful mess) so we got that done in record time. My god that house really was a little dive. Nasty nasty.
We left for T.Bay at five am on Monday morning and amazingly the move, itself, went as smooth as it could. In fact it was a great day. Dad and Bill moved everything heavy for me (so that I wouldn't hurt my back again) and even made sure all the big stuff was hooked up, re-assembled, and in the right rooms. I am very grateful for this!
My brother tried to get me to drive around the city and hunt down food for them quite a few times. When I finally explained to him that I had three hours sleep and how much medication was in my system and that I knew I was impaired and shouldn't drive, he backed off.
This town house rocks, btw. It's two stories with a full basement. I have tons of room, there is no mold, birds or bugs, and it's full of light. It's wonderful. The stairs are killing me though! LOL I am not used to them at all. I swear I will have buns'o'steel in two months just from that! LMAO...
I've been running on pure nervousness, excitement and exhuastion for well over a week now and I am expecting the big "crash." I'm quite sure it will hit after my intake appointment for therapy next week.
Um.. well that is about it.
bec
Everything pretty much clicked into place. Funding came through on time, I got my place on time, stuff hooked-up on time etc.. One of those really meant to be things.
I was extremely exhuasted last week to say the least. I was still recouping from the funeral and attempting to pack. My family drove me nuts. My father and brother moved me (never again) and changed dates and plans faster than a teen girl changes her clothes. My two day move turned into a three day move. I had to stay at my dads Saturday and Sunday night. Wow was I unimpressed. I was told how to do it and when to do it. I had no sleep and ate Ativan like candy. They were being very passive-aggressive about me moving. They didn't want me to go and took their sweet time loaded up the trucks and U-Haul because of it. It took them almost 12 hours to load up. I had everything packed. I felt like I was watching a bunch of politicians conferr over where the boxes should go.
I screamed at them a few times and just about completely lost it Saturday night. I drove back to my Dad's with tears pouring down my face and shaking like a leaf but managed to suck it up by the time I got there. My god my family knows what buttons to push to send me over the edge.
Sunday my step-mom helped me clean (thank freaking god cause it was an aweful mess) so we got that done in record time. My god that house really was a little dive. Nasty nasty.
We left for T.Bay at five am on Monday morning and amazingly the move, itself, went as smooth as it could. In fact it was a great day. Dad and Bill moved everything heavy for me (so that I wouldn't hurt my back again) and even made sure all the big stuff was hooked up, re-assembled, and in the right rooms. I am very grateful for this!
My brother tried to get me to drive around the city and hunt down food for them quite a few times. When I finally explained to him that I had three hours sleep and how much medication was in my system and that I knew I was impaired and shouldn't drive, he backed off.
This town house rocks, btw. It's two stories with a full basement. I have tons of room, there is no mold, birds or bugs, and it's full of light. It's wonderful. The stairs are killing me though! LOL I am not used to them at all. I swear I will have buns'o'steel in two months just from that! LMAO...
I've been running on pure nervousness, excitement and exhuastion for well over a week now and I am expecting the big "crash." I'm quite sure it will hit after my intake appointment for therapy next week.
Um.. well that is about it.
bec