June 14, 2006

  • You Can't Always Get What You Want ...


    but as the Rolling Stones go on to point out, its often more important to figure out whether you are getting what you need.  Today - I'm not doing too well on either front.  I'm dog tired.  Worked all day boxing things up to move into storage or be donated here and there.  Still have a LOT of work to do, and the guy from the Salvation Army will be here tomorrow morning bright and early to pick up furniture, some of which remains to be emptied and gotten ready to go. 


    Had a ... spat? with my best friend this afternoon over ... well it was meant as a kindness.  My friend, understandably concerned about me, texted: "Make sure you don't lift the dish crate by yourself."  And me, frustrated, tired, and sore and with no help in sight, snapped back in a peevish petty sort of way that since I'm the only one doing this thing, if I don't lift it, it ain't gonna get done. 


    I hate when I lose my sense of proportion and connection.  I know it was meant as an expression of concern for my back.  And the concern is justified.  (I kind of toned down my response for this blog in order to not have to remember just how irritable I was.) 


    I'm tired of working myself to the point of being so tired that I cry. 


    But I talked to the boys tonight.  They are having a good visit with their dad.  (No more Tuckerisms to report at present)  and that made me feel somewhat better.  The whole point of this move is to have a nicer home for them.  So I'm taking a deep breath and getting back into the fray. 


    Tomorrow


    I hate moving. 


     

Comments (6)

  •   I wish you had some help with all that work!

  • Moving is so hard and the for those of us that either have to hire everything done or do it ourselves it is twice as hard. Wish you were close I would come and help. Judi

  • you're allowed to lose your sense of proportion, connection AND humour when packing, moving, stressed, strained, tired or, above all else, human.  see?  it all works out.  you're allowed. 
    when you get to a stopping point this evening, go grab an iced cappu or something like that.  rich, decadent, sinful and justifiably rewarding.  doctor lucky's orders.  :]

  • Yeah. When you're up to your butt in aligators, it's tough to remember your job was to drain the swamp. Mike

    I hate moving, too.

  • Friends, don't you just love them, most of the time.

  • How I wish I could send a good angel to help you.  I know it is hard.

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