Hi. I'm a wreck.
This moving idea. It's a terrible idea. I think it might be the single worst idea we've ever come up with, and that includes the matching tattoos and that time we went to IKEA just to buy napkins.
It's definitely happening though. We just need to shit to STOP BREAKING.
The dishwasher managed to turn itself into a Big Whole Saga Thing, because of course it did. The hose-y part took longer to arrive then expected, and on Friday the repairman showed up and was completely unable to pull the dishwasher out, blaming the floors and countertops boxing it in too tightly. His suggestion? Just buy a whole new dishwasher and take a hacksaw to the legs of this one. I managed to not cry in front of him, settling with a long, drawn-out whispered "fuuuuuuck."
Jason came home later, and five minutes later had the stupid dishwasher out.
It's being repaired, finally and for real, right now. Unless I just jinxed everything by typing that sentence.
(CTRL-C-ing that shit, then deleting. I will paste it back in once the repairman leaves and I can confirm that yes, it is working. SUCK IT, UNIVERSE.)
On Saturday, we met with our agent and finalized the list date and list price and assured her that no, really, we can get everything done and decluttered in time. We are MOTIVATED. We are DETERMINED. We are CLEARLY INSANE. And we immediately got back to work.
Later that day I hauled not one, but TWO strollers I have zero memory of ever owning to the pile of FREE SHIT PLZ TAKE we have going on the curb, and turned back around to confidently assess the house's curb appeal...
...only to spot a fucking big-ass hornets' nest hanging right outside my office window, because of course there is. WHAT THE SHIT, NATURE. KNOCK IT OFF.
Yesterday, after a really, really long day of powering through the remaining to-do list items (paint the front door paint all the trim wash the windows mulch weed landscape declutter the kitchen declutter the basement replace lightbulbs)...I pulled up a rubber bathmat in the boys' bathroom and a chunk of the tub's finish came up right with it. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DID.
Jason described my reaction as "hitting a wall." I'd say, more accurately, it was "having a complete nervous breakdown and crawling into bed to cry for awhile."
Jason wisely took the boys out of the house for dinner while I wallowed in misery over our bizarre string of bad luck, and whether it all Meant Something or was Some Kind of Sign.
(Oh! Also the minivan randomly has a flat tire! BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DOES.)
I took a nap, had a glass of wine, then got back out of bed to wash a few more windows and put nicer pillow shams on the boys' bunk beds. Jason brought me some really delicious brisket.
The dishwasher is fixed. We're getting the tub repaired ASAP. Hornets are getting blasted tonight.
Because we're moving.