Friday, July 30, 2010

It Turns Out...

Carpeting the 4 bedrooms is going to be just over THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS! Does that not seem like a bit much for carpet?
That's not even for expensive carpeting (like I wanted).

Which just makes me wonder...

Exactly how much do I hate dog scented/stained- wild rice colored- shag carpet?

In other news, the seller has asked if we can close on the 18th (as planned) but have her stay through the 20th.

Hmm... that's a problem... since our movers are going to arrive sometime between the 19th & the 23rd.

Which, we all know, under present circumstances will mean they arrive on the 19th at 8 AM sharp.

And, no, we have absolutely no say or control over when they arrive (long distance moves are annoying like that).

On a positive note, Mr F has agreed to take some vacation days (about time) and come to Asheville so that we can have 4 or 5 days of packing with two adults and not leave it all the the shortest one to try and do by herself. Think about it peeps, have you ever actually tried to pick up a fully packed "dishpack". Those suckers are about 4 feet tall. I'm about 5 feet. It just isn't going to happen.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Check, Check, Check

Mr F got a raise (maybe he'll be able to drop all the extra work soon and we can have a normal life?)

The seller agreed to pay our radon mitigation (cannot believe it... totally thought they'd shoot it down)

I signed Kid up for school (yes I'm freaking out)

Of course I still feel like rolling around on the floor and crying out "I can't do it!". I'm planning on loading the kids up and hitting the road on Monday morning. Saying I really don't want to go down there and face the packing/moving music doesn't even come close to expressing my complete and utter dread of the tasks ahead.

I suppose I'll live through it.

18 days until the moving truck comes...

Hopefully I won't have become addicted to meth in the mean time.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

One Liners

Late last night after watching The Departed, Mrs F turns to Mr F and says...

"I married a woman, and you married a Boston cop."

Mr F nearly fell over laughing.


It rang so true.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Earning Potential

"If [Baby]'s ever going to make a lot of money, she is going to have to learn how to juggle fire." Kid calls to me over her shoulder, while riding bikes around the driveway.

I'll take that under advisement.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Still Negotiating

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.
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