4 Days of Work : I Want My Weekend Back

Well this last weekend was a killer. Not literally, except for some ants and weeds, but still pretty brutal for the rest of us. Since Friday we've been packing boxes and moving them over to The House. New baseboards have been purchased and cut to the proper lengths and then painted, some have even been nailed up despite sabotage attempts by a shitty Home Despot nail gun rental. The master bedroom has been painted 3 times (primer and 2 coats of burgundy) and still needs at least one more. Thankfully the nice manager at Sherwin Williams took pity on us and has gifted us with some free rollers and a gallon more of paint to help us get it into shape without laying out even more cash, cause paint is damn costly.

We've packed and unpacked over and over to move stuff from one place to the other, since we 1. don't have enough boxes for all our stuff, and 2. don't have a car big enough to move it all at once anyway. Monday we had Aloha Moving come drag all our furniture and what appliances we own, plus some heavy book boxes and such to The House. I highly recommend these guys, they were very pleasant (at 8am on Memorial Day) and very easy to work with. They were also FAST without being careless with any of our stuff.

There is still so much to do. Baseboards are still laying around the house, turns out our dining table is wobbly (carpet hid this from us), there's a fridge to be delivered tomorrow, book cases need to be secured to walls so that they can be filled with books, we still have a few trips to and from the old duplex to finish grabbing things like computers and millions of comic books. This would all be a bit easier except for the breastfeeding class tonight and the childbirth prep class Thursday night.

Last night was our first night spent sleeping in our new home and it was interesting. Despite vet prescribed dope Cabbit was still unconsolable the entire trip over. I hear that Bullet wasn't all that great himself, my scardy Dinah was however pretty quiet. This is probably because she was catatonic, but quiet is quiet in my book. She came to sometime around 5 in the morning and started crying, when I called her she would come to the bed crawl under the covers with me and purr while I pet her, then she would go look out the window a bit and get back down on the floor and cry some more. Yeah, that was fun. Screaming cat and 5 am, I should make an audio tape of that and sell it for people that need more spice in their lives. Now she's lost. It appears that there are 3 pieces of bedroom furniture that come all the way to the floor in front, but have large openings in back so we think she's under one of them. Either that or an alien space ship beamed her out of the bedroom between 6:30 and 8 today.

Speaking of 8 that's what time I woke up today. Jeff had the dryer running after the great plug fiasco. If you saw his tweets then you should know that the 4th wire is not mojo, it is nothing, neutral, just a way to sell you a new cord set when you move to a house with 4 holes in the socket instead of 3... bastards.

Anyway, the dryer is done now so we really should get going. This is my first time to drive to work from here. I hope the traffic has died down a little bit. I've had enough stress in the last few days, it would be nice if a day of work could be a little relaxing.

Happy Belated Memorial Day!