Winding DownFebruary 20, 2013 - Author: Amy - 28 Comments
It’s almost here. The movers are scheduled to arrive early Friday morning, smack in the middle of Snowmageddon 2013. Preparing for the move has been a non-event, since these goodly folks actually pack us too. (Which, by the way, I can’t even conjure up a job I’d hate more. I’d rather scoop elephant poop. I would rather assist Mike Rowe. I’d rather be a stage hand for Justin Bieber. – I take that one back.) I was feeling pretty smug about not moving myself until a conversation with my cousin. She’s married to a pilot in the Air Force, and they move a lot.
“Just wait till you have to watch three dudes packing up your UNDERWEAR!”
Huh. I had not considered that. Feeling less smug and more conscientious about the, ahem, granny in me.
Junior will hang with his grandparents for a big part of the actual move. He freaks when I strip his bed to wash it, so I sort of don’t think he’ll do great watching his things get packed. He took a bath in the big tub last night; likely his last as he leaves for the farm tonight.
My mom: “:( He looks like he knows.” 5 seconds after I took this picture, he climbed out of the tub and ran around the house naked screaming like a banshee, “Fast! I fast!”.
Speaking of my mom. She has just been insufferable lately. When I informed them that we’ve opted out of an extended-stay option to instead crash with them, she was all “You are welcome to stay as long as you need! You guys will take the master. No arguments.” No arguments? Then I don’t even get the chance to politely decline and garner a sympathetic “We insist.”
I told her that in lieu of rent, I plan to pay them in cilantro lime rice and pizza minus onions. (Because that’s kind of all I know how to cook.) She replied “Can’t wait to eat your emotionless pizza!” Then claimed she meant to type “onionless”. Still, I’d like to know what Freud thinks about that one.
I suggested she work on her attitude before embarking on the honor of giving us their bedroom for the second time in a year.
Parents, man. Can’t live with em, can’t stick em in a home yet.
So are you set to get any snow/ice/sleet in your neck of the woods? Last I saw was 10 – 14 inches here. My disaster preparedness plan involves a jumbo sized bottle of wine and some jerky. You do what you gotta do.