In general, I'd say that I'm excited about the move out to Fort Stewart. But honestly - today just sucks. Had to say goodbye to my parents this morning. Now, I know that I will see them again. But who knows when or where. It felt like I was saying goodbye forever. (Drama queen...)
After a three hour drive - in which Eric missed the Decatur exit because he was so preoccupied about the move - we had to come home and start the pre-packing. The movers are coming tomorrow to pack. But because we're doing a partial-DTY move, we have to segregate out what we're taking from what the movers are going to pack. My ideal would be to wait until Nathan has gone to bed and after we've had dinner. But no..... Eric has already packed 3 forks, 3 knives, 3 plates, 2 coffee cups, 1 grill pan, etc. Too bad he packed all that before he cooked dinner. "Honey, where are the plates?" "You've already packed them, dear." "Oh..."
Yeah, I'm having to pack my clothes that I'm taking with me 4 days before we actually leave. He wants me to unplug the alarm clock since we'll be taking that with us. But I will actually need it plugged in for tomorrow morning !!!!
He's so much more stressed about the move than I am. But today every decision is grating on my nerves. Eric, of course, is perversely thrilled that I'm finally stressing - he's been stressing since January. He's worried about the cat damage to the back door, the paint chips missing on the entry hallway, the housing situation once we get out there - etc., etc., etc.
I've had to pack financial and identifing information out in the garage. I'm cringing at the thought of my identity being stolen because someone will steal my blank check books. For some reason, my husband doesn't think that way. He wants to put my musical instruments - the cello, violin and guitar - out in the garage tonight. Are you crazy?!?@? Unlike your electric bass, my instruments are wood and can't handle the changes in humidity. Eric: "Where's the welcome packet from the realtor?" Me: "Somewhere out in the garage. (where we've put everything that we are taking - not the movers). Good luck finding it."
I'm currently watching the Cow-punks playing football against the Packers. Luckily, they're up 20 to 9. Just reminds me that out in Hinesville, we probably will only get Dallas and OU games once in awhile. I'll have to settle for SEC and the Atlanta Falcons. Blech! I don't want to have to develop a hurricane plan. I don't want to get used to new allergans. I don't want to live in Eastern Standard Time. I don't want to have to decide between voting locally or absentee in Oklahoma.
Tony Romo looks like a frat boy, but damn if he hasn't brought the Cowboys 26 to 9.
I think what really is stressing me is the fact that I don't know what time the packers are coming tomorrow. The last time the Army moved me, they didn't show up until almost 5:00 p.m. Nothing is worse that sitting at home waiting for the packers. You can't leave - you're a prisoner in your own home, just waiting for them to arrive. Aargh! Had to resort to my Queen Greatest Hits this afternoon. For some reason, the absurdity of Queen helps me deal with the stressors of life. Thank goodness for "fat bottom girls" who make the rockin' world go 'round on their 'Bicycle". We maybe the "champions", but I just need "Somebody to Love".
Maybe it's the just the "Pressure." I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow.
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