This feels like it's been dragging on forever.
Today we are countering the Asheville repair requests (since it turns out our range is NOT under warranty and we're not paying to fix the minor flaw... just be happy you are getting that super deluxe range already! Give me a break!). And back up plan is TAKING my awesome range and replacing it with a basic stainless range. Win-win. But we'll see if it comes to that.
We are also submitting our repair request for the new MI house: radon mitigation. That's it.
AND I'm still freaking out.
It is really difficult for me to show up here now. I just don't want to vomit all my stress out onto you all. I know it's annoying and a downer.
Unfortunately, right now, aside from a whole bunch of hot family gossip that I can't share, that's all I've got.
The main problem is that there are tons of stressful timelines and projects IN MY NEAR FUTURE... but... none of them can be started now. So I sit and stew and toss and turn... anticipating the stress.... and feeling helpless to do anything about it. It's rough.
I'm not someone who can just carry on and pretend that in 5 days I'm not loading the kids up and driving for 2 solid days to Asheville. To walk into who knows what. For real. Neither Mr F nor I can remember exactly how much work is waiting for us there (certainly a lot... but have we left ourselves a doable timeline?!?!).
God, I wish we had a corporate move! Last time we did all this in as fast a turn around BUT we had our stuff PACKED FOR US. I wish we could do that now. It would be such a huge relief. We wouldn't even have to go down (which I have mixed feelings about... I'm not sure it's great for Kid who has finally moved on emotionally). If I get really desperate maybe I'll get the movers to come price the packing of the remaining stuff... just so I can know. People, it might be worth the price... seriously... for my sanity. I'm starting to get anxious just thinking about that basement. Who knows what condition Mr F left that in. And how, exactly, am I supposed to do it all with the kids underfoot?
See? This is exactly why I don't want to blog. I'm sucking your souls out... and I just can't help it.
Things to look forward to post-move:
Mr F has vowed to get in the best shape of his life... this should provide hilarious blog fodder.