Moving day again, yes this is crazy. I woke up to my friend calling me to see how excited I was feeling. Well, up until yesterday I was still short $100 for the truck rental! Somehow my daughter came through, and gave me the few hundred dollars she owes me from a vacation her and her sister took last year. I wish I could have said you don't have to pay me back, but I truly needed it. Who else in the world would wait until the day before they were moving to come up with all the funds? That is why my emotions have gone both ways, one of being excited, and then of worry regarding the funds.
I woke up in so much pain. My son and I packed his car and my car yesterday, with my things from this room. Wow, I have no idea how I even lived here a few weeks, and to think I was going to stay a few months. I am so glad I got so freaked out and would not accept living there, because that is what pushed me to move ahead, to move forward and get out!
So, here goes a day of moving all of my things out of my brothers garage! My brother was busy all weekend, and Sunday is the Super Bowl as well, so it left Saturday to move. My lovely niece came through for me, along with her boyfriend. She offered when she found out I had no help and I wanted to move in this weekend. I realize I did this last minute, and can not expect all the help I want, but on the other hand, this is when you know who is truly there for you. Moving is one of the hardest things I have ever done, physically and emotionally, and I have done my share of both. Even if you are excited as I am, it is exhausting. My children are always there for me, along with my one brother, but none of them could help this time. I am not sure what is going on with my daughters, although I feel it is emotional for them, too draining for them to handle right now, when their other home with their Father, is in such turmoil. I feel really bad about the situation there, and it breaks my heart, especially because of that little girl I love and feel so connected to. For her, and my ex, to be going through what they are really saddens me, and that is why I am sending them light all the time.
I got to my brothers by 12:30, we got the truck and started packing. So it was only me, my niece, her boyfriend and my oldest brother who is not very strong. After starting I realized how amazing my children are at moving, packing the truck and carrying the heavy things! I didn't even realize it, moving so many times. No one seemed to know how to pack the truck, packing it only half way up! It was frustrating as I was trying to decide what to take, I knew I couldn't take everything because I am going from a large four bedroom home, to a one bedroom apartment. I picked up, moved and carried so many boxes it was crazy. When I move with my children they know the pain I am in, how much it gets worse, and worry about me telling me not to pick up a thing! They have been so thoughtful about that with me the past few years. Even shoveling snow all last year, my kids did most of it, knowing I couldn't do it all with the pain I have.
After the truck was half way full, I had to go inside, and stack the boxes up higher to the ceiling. My niece brought her two boys, and as much as they wanted to help, it was hard because they were too young, only being five and seven years old! They were a distraction to me, asking me so many questions, and interrupting us when we were talking. They are use to having all of the attention, but this was just not the correct time. I even had to tell them to please not ask me any questions, as I had to concentrate on moving and what items to take. The truck finally got packed, and we were on our way to my new home, and I was so excited! I get this super adrenaline kicking in and just do not stop.
When we arrived, we carried so many boxes it was crazy, and used the hand truck as well. It took us hours to move, it was starting to get cold and dark. None of us were happy, we were exhausted, and the kids wore bored as soon as we got to my home. After hours of unpacking, we had to leave boxes at the bottom of my steps, for my son to carry up when he arrived after work. We left one dresser for him to help move, because it was too hard for us after already moving one in. Thanks to my niece, we stuffed my love seat up the steps, and through the door, and it only got through due to shear determination.
After an hour or two of darkness, we were finished and my niece and her boyfriend left. My son finished, and then he left, and I was left alone with a disaster, with boxes everywhere and an entire mess! I was so excited to be in, that I stayed up until 1:30 to unpack, and when I hit the bed my body ached so badly, I cried and could not move!!
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