Before I can explain my frustrations, let me give you a little background.
We have officially moved, as of Wednesday, from Lancaster to San Diego.
The whole move started out stressful when, due to their union restrictions, the movers were required to pack up our stuff on Wednesday, drive to San Diego on Thursday, and then unload on Friday.
But we dealt. We had painted several rooms at the house the weekend before, but not mine. I spent Thursday painting my room, which I had hoped would be completely set up by Saturday, seeing as the carpet was coming on Friday.
Wrong. The carpet guy called and said he would not begin installing the carpet until Monday.
Still, we dealt. I unpacked and organized everything from our old laundry room (which was huge and held a heck of a lot of random stuff) and pool room (for those of you who don't know, basically just a whatever room off the pool that held board games, craft stuff, and entertaining supplies) and arranged it to go into the mudroom. We also unpacked the kitchen and bathrooms, and rearranged all the boxes that were in the family room, taking out all my brothers stuff, and piling all my stuff in a corner to be taken into my room after the carpet was installed...on Monday.
Sunday I put all the stuff on the mudroom shelves. But by god that was a task. The shelves are adjustable, but the mechanisms used to adjust them were very finicky. I was getting so frustrated that I had to take several breaks. I watched Kimora Lee Simmons whateverhernameisnow move into her house. Watching all her moving drama (the movers didn't know how to disassemble a treadmill, her moving truck driven by her friends husband from New Jersey to Beverly Hills was late, and then not allowed into Beveraly Hill because of some crazy law, her personal assistant left with her blackberry! Oh no!) somehow made mine seem much less intense.
But anyway. the shelves were finished, and the carpet would be in the next day and we could finally unpack everything else and life would get back to normal.
Wrong again!
The carpet guy came today...at 11:00am (btdubs, if we used military time it would be so much easier, I wouldn't have to add the am. Not that you think he came at 11pm, but I feel incorrect just saying 11, so Danielle I agree with you ). He said his son had wanted to help, but was too tired. That is right, this guy came to do four good sized rooms ALONE.
Obviously he didn't finish. My parents room is mostly done, and my room is now void of any carpet. I guess it is progress, but didn't he see that WE ARE LIVING OUT OF OUR KITCHEN!!! The family room is covered in all the boxes and furniture meant to go in the bedrooms and living room. You guys I haven't sat on anything except hard kitchen chairs and a mattress plopped in the middle of the room Benjamin Button style is 6 days!
I know, my life is horrible.
Then to add to my frustrations I went to Target today. I had a wonderful time shopping for tons of stuff. My favorite purchase, a shelving unit and storage boxes to organize the now completely empty 5 foot high cabinet we will use for baking supplies. So I get home, have the time of my life organizing everything into their proper bins (I know, I'm crazy. I once spent a WHOLE YEAR organizing my school's dressing rooms, I'll post pictures soon), and when I got to put the shelf together I find out that 23" in Targetland means 23 and 1/5". IT DIDN'T FIT! So now all my hard work is sitting piled in a box in the mudroom.
To add to all of this, the dogs can't go outside because they are fixing our septic tank. That means that they have to be inside with us at all times. We had to buy a baby gate to quarantine them to the kitchen so they wouldn't bother the carpet guy or run out the open front door he was walking in and out of all day.
We can't leave them locked in a room either. Candy completely destroyed my bathroom door when we locked her in their the other night.
That means my mom and I can't both go out at the same time during the day.
Which means I can't go buy a mattress (we left the other one with my built in bed in Lancracker) or go to Ikea to get a bookshelf or more organization things to completely finish my mudroom project.
So to sum it all up. four of our rooms are completely empty. Our main room is piled full with junk (our life in boxes), and we are trapped in our kitchen all day, unable to even make ourselves feel better by shopping!
I'm not good at this waiting around thing. It isn't a secret that I'm not the most patient person in the world. I love to relax, and I'm a pretty hard worker. I can't relax until all the work is done, and I can't get all the work done until other people get their work done! ARGH! (hence the title of this post).
I want my room! I want alone time! I want to finish my 3rd reread of Harry Potter 7!
I know, I know, my life isn't all that bad.
Does my commitment to charity make me any less annoying? I do board game drives for sick children and breast cancer walks!
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