I did about 5 hours of moving today. What was I so excited about? It was 85 degrees. Did I mention that the new house is one house UP the street? Since I was working on my own, I couldn't move anything too big or heavy. Instead, I developed this entirely lame procedure: fill a box at my house, trudge uphill to the next house, unload it, then take the empty box back down the street and start again. The neighbors must be getting a big kick out of watching me. Hiya, folks! Yep, I'm the one moving an entire household with a single box.
David had a total meltdown tonight which turned out to be related to the move. Apparently, our current house is "perfect" and he doesn't want a new one. Much crying and misery ensued. I don't think I'll be getting my Mother of the Year statue anytime soon since I'd pretty much discounted the effect leaving this house was going to have on the kids. I know it will pass quickly and I'm glad we were able to talk about it tonight. I just wish he didn't have to spend hours acting like a jerk as an opening act for the real issue.
I'm gonna call it a night. I need a shower and I have a terrific craving for a cherry lime-ade from Sonic. (Too bad there are no Sonics within a 200 mile radius.) My box and I will get started again first thing tomorrow morning.