Friday, March 29, 2013

The Move.....Again

When we last left our heroine she was up to her eyeballs in boxes. She was more than overwhelmed to find herself moving....again.....in less then a year. As fate would have it, Hubby brought home the plague and all the guys were wiped out. She pressed on and helped the Hubby who was barely functioning to load up the storage unit to save them time. They applauded the brilliance of the idea and it really did save their bacon.

She called the church to line up some helpers for the move. Helpers were promised but none showed up which did not surprise anyone. So the clan of 5 faced moving all by themselves as everyone else had plans plus no one was at a 100%. They were able to get the keys to the place Friday and Saturday arrived with our heroine feverish and shaking with chills. She also lost her voice and everyone was coughing their heads off.

I think I can now say this was the worst move ever. I hope life doesn't take that as a challenge.

We were supposed to be out by the 9th. Yeah, that didn't happen. We ended up spending the night at the old place Saturday and Sunday as we were worried the locks would be changed. We had so many crazy weird things happen, it was beyond discouraging. Everything from a tire blowing out on the dolly as we were trying to unload the frig, raining so the ramp was slick and a few of us slid off, to the truck not starting so we had to get it towed. Found out breathing hard triggers coughing fits. Which guess what you do when you move stuff? You breathe hard. All of us felt like we had gargled with broken glass.

Monday rolled in with Fred having to take the day off and my folks came down to help. We thought we were all set only to find out there was a mix-up regarding utilities and the water and heat was shut off by Monday at the new place. Tuesday I made a ton of calls and by 10 p.m. we still had no heat or water. I did mention we were all sick during this time right? God bless the gas guys because the dispatcher had an emotionally charged woman to deal with and they sent someone out to get our heat on at 11 p.m. Which was good because it was snowing by this time.

The next day, more calls were made and promises of water being turned on but no one ever came out. They basically wanted to do a meter read before we could turn the knob to have water in the house. We figured after I called 4 times, had confirmation numbers etc, they were flipping sol on their meter read and we turned the knob on by 8 p.m.

We thought things were good.....until we found out the water heater wasn't working. Did you ever see the scene in Groundhog Day where the guy takes a shower but it was cold water? Yeah, that's pretty much what Fred went through. The rest of us decided to just stink then go through that kind of torture. Plumber guys came out - a few days later - and fixed it all up. We had hot water and much rejoicing was in the land.

As the next day arrived laundry was beyond piling up, so I went to do a load, only to have lake Erie appear in the basement. A lot of boxes sat in the water while it took me forever to get the stupid shop vac figured out and suck up all the water.

Why yes, I did have a meltdown. How did you figure that out?

Next day, different guys came out to see what was wrong with the drain. Everything drained as it was supposed to and I was mocked for wasting dude's time. They left. More laundry was tried and more water showed up. I called back, and they came back. Everything was draining fine and I was getting teased by plumber until water started to bubble up through drain and the guy outside came running in as he said it was backing up.

Told ya!

I guess there are roots in the pipe and was causing some draining issues. We now know if the downstairs toilet starts to gurgling to shut off the washing machine which has only happened twice since.

In the middle of all this my mom insisted on making us curtains. I can't remember if I ever shared that she made us curtains a looooong time ago and Fred hated those things - with a passion. Declared them the ugliest things he ever saw. Dude isn't a huge pattern type person. Wait, that's not true. How about we just say that our taste and hers are totally different, m'kay?

She showed up with a solid brown color and I sighed a sigh of relief. Until she wanted Fred to put grommets in them. He talked her out of it and came up with an idea that worked a lot better. He found curtain rings with little clips on them that clip to the material which was a good plan because it took her all day just to sew the panels together. This did throw off her measurements and the curtains are a hair too long but she said she'll come back later to hem it better. It's all good.

And if all that wasn't enough, we found out that if you move more than once a year, you will get charged for it. Dish charged us $50 and AT&T charged us $50 but they ended up having to send someone to install a new line etc. so it turned out to be $150. At least they gave us a new modem.

Not gonna lie, I think Fred had to talk me off the ledge. Dude has been working overtime like crazy to help cover all these extra expenses and then come home and try to get everything organized. We got the storage unit emptied yesterday. Oi! Yesterday was a story all it's own! Had my cousin here last couple of days. Her and her now ex-boyfriend had a huge blowup and there have been threats, nasty emails, and wild accusations that would make any trashy high school proud.

So there have been all kinds of tears but for different reasons flying around here. But we are finally all feeling better and the place is coming together. Although today I discovered the kitchen sink is leaking and the monitor on our computer died. Seems like this crazy junk doesn't want to go away just yet. At least we're out of the ghetto so that's the positive note in all of this.

Friday, March 8, 2013

As The Train Chugs On

Why I haven't fallen into bed in total exhaustion is a bit of mystery to me right now. The guys all woke up feeling even more miserable, if that was even possible. All 3 couldn't do much more than just sit. It was really bothering the older 2 that they couldn't help but their pink cheeks, glazed over eyes, and hacking cough pretty much made them out of commission. One kid said he coughed so hard, he's pretty sure he tasted lung.

Added bonus, we couldn't get Clifford to start. The battery was dead and it's been giving us fits so Fred and I have made about 20 trips back and forth to the storage unit in the van.

Doesn't feel like we've made a dent in anything. Tomorrow, hopefully, we'll get keys to the place or at least the garage, oh and hunt down a moving truck, and 500 hundred other things like take down the beds and pack clothes all before Fred goes to work at 2 and we won't see him until 11p.m. All while I try to load up the truck with no help as the guys are all wiped out.

All that sobbing and whimpering is from me. I've been battling the crud myself. I think on trip number 5 I felt like I was walking in slow motion. I am so very thankful for ibuprofen! But it feels like someone is standing on my chest.

At this point, I don't think we're going to get to move into the house until Monday. We haven't heard back from them yet. They said we can use the garage but last I heard that was it. I don't think we're going to get everything done Saturday either. Especially not with everyone feeling under the weather. I remember moving all this crap the first time and it felt like it would never end and that was with help! I told Fred I bet money no one will come check to see if we left right on the 9th. I suggested we save the air mattresses and sleeping bags and stay the night as we know it has water, heat, and electricity. That and I don't feel like driving down to my cousin's especially if we still have stuff still here. He agreed with me, so my mother should be proud we're not following the rules. But seriously, they want all our crap out of here and we have no where to go. Not like they're going to come in here Sunday and get to work. Believe me, I'm betting they won't even touch this place until a couple months from now because that's how bad they suck.

I don't get any of this. I'm starting to give up trying to figure it out anyways, so I guess that's progress.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

My Life Is Trying To Kill Me

It's terrible! But I have had so much anxiety and stress that I was ready to punch myself in the face just to get some sleep!

Peeps - it has been day of hell 1 AND 2 all over again. The plus side is not having to drive 4 hours. Finding houses to rent is a bit tricky. The guys have all loved having their own rooms. I have loved them having their own rooms so when someone is on my nerves, they have a place to scram to and not cause more angst. Goodness knows that when one is banished from mom's presence that the only cure-all is to annoy the crap out of the siblings. Brings out the evil momma that I keep locked up with a bag of cookies up front and center real quick.

Toss in the fact that it takes a small fortune to feed these guys and we're left with a limping budget. So that scaled down the search, but this time we dragged the guys along with us just so they could understand how hard this really is to do.

Oi!

But we've had some laughable moments not to mention tears, mostly on my end, and a perseverance to pull together that hasn't always been there. Either that or I grew more backbones and command a tight ship - not entirely sure which one it is.

We just found out today that we did get approved for a house so hooray! we won't be homeless. Now comes reality thundering in on the party. It is only a 3 bedroom and is a lot smaller than this place. However, the downstairs is sort of a family room that will be our bedroom slash computer room, slash whatever else we can cram down there. That chilled everyone out because the rooms are too small to fit more than 1 person in it. I'm not thrilled with it, but it has a dishwasher, so I told myself to shut the hell up and roll with it.

Told ya I was commanding a tight ship.

On top of that, it has central air conditioning. I was just thinking about summer and had this total dread hit me at how horrible it was to only have air every other night. I whined all over Facebook about how miserable we were in the 100+ degree heat and we only had window units that we could only use 2 at a time. So I'm seeing some perks here.

But a pipe burst and the downstairs ceiling has fallen off. O-f-f - off. There are a few other things that need to be done and long story short we're not sure if we'll be able to move in by Saturday, which is the court order date for us to vacate the property.

Oh happy day! Said no one ever.

You could almost hear the panic induce ulcer going full speed ahead. Sadly, this is not the first time I've had this where I've been under so much stress that my stomach clenches up and I'm in physical pain. However, I seem to develop a tremendous amount of nervous energy that I'm suddenly able to accomplish a lot of things in a short amount of time. Which is good because, as luck would have it, all 4 guys came down with fever, chills, and congestion Sunday.

I have been slightly amazed at us because when we went to court last week, Fred came home and had the place almost completely packed before the weekend. Then I've sort of taken over and done 20 loads of laundry in 2 days, primed the bathroom to try and cover up when the plumbers made a huge mess, and got several other things all done.

My mom actually had a good idea to get a storage unit for just a month to put stuff in we don't need right away and so that we aren't trying to move everything in one day. Guys all had to acknowledge that was rather smart. Plus we can get things squared away and then bring in stuff at our leisure rather than everything having to get done by Saturday.

I think we might be able to load stuff into the garage as well. But the problem I'm worried about is where to park our butts and how to feed us in the mean time. I contacted my adopted sister/cousin and we might end up at her place for a couple days if need be. Dear Lord, the blog fodder from that should be epic. Last time she spent the night we all were on our own devices and ended up having an epic Facebook movie quote. Because we are so cool like that.

We still haven't made Clifford the big red work truck legal yet. Sort of need an address to have plates mailed to and not being here makes that a problem. After trying to sell it and failing, I've noticed it keeps saving our butts I'm starting to have second thoughts. That is until we couldn't get it started tonight, which is making me rethink those second thoughts.

I feel bad for the guys because I can tell they are all feeling miserable. The worst is Fred because dude has never been sick beyond 3 days and he has come home from work and only able to sit and close his eyes. So not like him! Once the ibuprofen kicks in, he's good to go.

Something I've noticed about me is I seem to take a lot of comfort in the familiar and while I've said that before it still surprises me. I was just sort of getting used to things and now faced with new change and a different area to shop, I'm all in the throws of I don't want to leave. Wasn't I just whining about getting out of the hood and prayers for deliverance?!? I'm pretty sure that I did and now we are getting out of the hood (yay!) I'm freaking out about different and whining about why couldn't we stay? I new I had issues and all, but good grief!

My dad insisted that we call the church we've been going to. They aren't able to come down and help us move as they are tied up with my grandma. When I asked why he said it would give them a chance to be our brothers and sisters in Christ, which I did get a strong rebuke after the loud snort I let out. He also said it's not their fault that the churches we've been at have only had fake, phony people who weren't there for us.

Point taken.

So I called and long story short, nothing they can do to help us and now our sad tale of woe has been spread all over the church. Now I'm considering going back to the cold, stand-offish church because I don't know how to handle that. Part of me knows I'm not being fair or rational, but my experience has been when people know you are struggling, they sharpen their pitchforks and light the torches. But I will say that the lady I've talked to has been very sweet, very concern for us, and I've appreciated her sympathy. They might have some people come help us move but how weird is that? Hi, I'm Joanna. I know we just met and all but could you pick up that couch because it's too heavy for me to lift?

Me thinks not.

The issues are not happy with this. But with Fred being so sick I think is part of the reason I called. Dude manhandled the love seat all by himself! The frig gave him the biggest fits as it's a hog and if he's not at a 100% we're toast.

I'm sad that I've written this super long post to just now get around to saying that through all of this God is faithful! Did He fix things? No. Did He make them go away? No. Did He open up doors? No - they've been barely pried open. But through all this stress and anxiety, pain and confusion, there has been snippets of God telling me it's going to be okay. I've railed and whined at Him and not once did I feel Him pull away from me. I don't understand this! And my brain can't figure out how any of this is for our good or will bring Him glory in any way, shape, or form. But if I've learned nothing else of all the junk we've gone through is He hasn't left me, He's not mad at me or against me and He really does quiet all my fears. Doesn't make them go away but does quiet me down, even to the point where my stomach can unclench.

And after a whole day of not being able to calm myself down to finally be able to breathe is just wonderful!