Madness
And so the moving madness has begun. Now, you all don’t really know me so let me paint you a picture. Perhaps it will explain why suddenly LC is frightened of me when it comes to this move.
We applied at the apartment complex this past Thursday. So for those of you keeping track at home, that means less than a week ago. LC feels that as we have over a month until the move we have a few weeks to relax. But no, I am in moving overdrive.
As soon as we got into the car to leave the new apartment complex, I asked him if he wants to share my movers. He blinked at me confused. He wanted time to think about it. I blinked back at him. Because, you know, the movers need to be booked immediately because they can book up! And I need my movers. I assured him they’re great. Hard working and they have never broken or damaged my stuff. He was torn between finding me efficient and slightly crazed. And besides, moving to him meant a U-Haul truck and a few of his closest friends. I tapped my foot impatiently. He begged for time to think.
By Sunday, he had agreed that sharing the movers was wise. After all, friendship is only good for so much. I explained for me movers are a necessity. There is no one in this world who loves me enough to cart my giant sofa down from my third floor walk up apartment without getting paid in more than pizza and beer. He said he’d share the movers with me. By Monday afternoon they were booked and we had a confirmation letter.
I am ready to call the utilities. I am searching for boxes. I am pondering how to break the news to my cleaning ladies. (Let them see the boxes piling up, or warn them that our relationship has almost run its course? What if they clean less effiiciently because they know I’m leaving them? And how will I work the move out cleaning?) I have a plan for turning in my keys early to my rental office since we’ll be on Christmas vacation when the lease is up. I have lists of what goes into storage and what doesn’t. And I’m one step away from buying stickers so I can color code things for the movers. Oh yes, it’s like this.
LC didn’t see all that coming. He wanted someone to share responsibilities, but he never anticipated the crazy train he was hopping on until this is all over. This is why I had to know he really loved me first. Because otherwise he’d probably run for his life.
Poor LC. He hasn’t even considered how insane the unpacking situation might be. I tried to warn him, but he never saw this coming. Now who has spare boxes to give me?
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LOL, simmer down. The poor guy is going to be crazy by the time the move happens. Hopefully he’s gotten enough ques from you to know its best to “bow out” and let you handle everything.
Oh he knows. Because the chances of me simmering down are right about…. zero. And whatever tasks he does take on, he gives me a deadline for when it will be done. He’s a fast learner, that one.
Once you go movers he’ll never go back. Good luck with it all.
I agree. Movers make my world go round. I mean, when I’m moving. Not the rest of the time.
Dude, this is SO YOU. I mean, how can he not know this! *Laugh* I sort of love that he didn’t see it coming though!
I even tried to warn him. But alas, it was still a surprise. He knows now though!
Oh dear.
Well, I think it is probably entirely appropriate.
With every large step forward in a relationship with a woman, she morphs into a totally different woman than the one we knew previously.
This just means he gets to learn to love new sides of you.
-R.
He hasn’t run yet so he is embracing the challenge. And he’s totally getting stuff done on my new insane schedule. He really is a keeper.
I am a little confused. How did LC think this move was going to happen? The moving fairies? Good grief, you are moving 2 households into one in 1 month!!! Getting organised is the ONLY way to go.
Hope it all goes smoothly!!
A woman after my own heart!
I’ve got boxes!!
I’m actually still moving out and gave myself a month of overlap just so I wouldn’t stress out and I could figure out how much I can actually fit into the new place.
Good luck with everything, this is so exciting!
Great! Now just drive down here and drop those boxes off, ‘kay?
Wow.. can I just borrow you? I move in 13 days and haven’t done anything except take two pictures off the wall. And be sad about moving. He must love you.
I have controlling tendencies that only he could love.
Let me clarify my last statement since the “he must love you” made no sense..lol. My moving has nothing to do with your moving. Your actions in comparison to his are so different, the fact that he rolls with the changes are a great testament to his love.
No worries, I understood! Alas, I cannot come help with your move. I only have enough control freak in me to manage one at a time.
I helped EG move once. It was the period in our relationship when I liked him least; well, second only to that time when he broke up with me. See, he does it with friends (as do I, though I used family last time) and there was this audition I wanted to go to and he was having a fit because how would it look to his friends if I wasn’t there…it wasn’t pretty. But we got beyond. I redeemed myself quite a bit by helping unpack.
No one in the world loves me enough to carry my giant sofa down from my third floor walk up. Only money buys that kind of love.