No, I would’ve quit before he had the chance to fire me! 
I do not like going back to the rental. I know there’s work to be done there and I’m going to do my share of it but . . I don’t have to like it. Just think about this whole scenario and tell me if you think it’s fair! It is not fair . . I’m telling you before you even read it.
Christmas Day – everyone else is with their families, enjoying their Christmas tree and good food . . not us! We’re over at the rental packing! I’ll admit it . . I’m the one who unpacked most of the stuff but whose fault is it that we’re moving twice in 4 months? OK . . I had the option of staying in the rental forever but really . . don’t let the facts get in the way here. Take my side . . someone has to tell me I’m right.
Back to Christmas Day. We’re over there packing boxes. On the way home, I told Vince I was going to open a bottle of wine when we got home. I just felt like having wine. Only problem is . . I just don’t like wine. He was happy to hear that. He loves it when I drink wine!
By the time we got home, I was sick — fever, chills . . no wine. Nyquil was more like it. I explained to Vince several times . . each day . . that going back to that house makes me sick. He saw it with his very own eyes! Nope! He didn’t buy it. I was still sick but guess where we were New Year’s Day! Yep . . back over there packing some more. I was moaning and complaining and ready to go after an hour or so and he looked me square in the eyes and he said “I’m so glad you’re my wife!” “If you worked for me, I’d have fired you a long time ago!” I said “Are you kidding me?” What is wrong with that husband of mine? I only do things I like to do! I like to cook. I like to knit. I like to sew. I like to blog. I do not like to pack!
And, besides all that .. where was he when I was back in MO dealing with packers and realtors and leaving behind my son? Yes! He was in Texas . . in a B&B, sitting in a hot tub in the evenings drinking a little glass of wine!
We’re making progress and that’s good because I don’t know how many more days I can go back over there. I asked Vince last week how many times we have to go back. He said probably 1 or 2 more days. We went back today and then I said “How many more days do we have to go back?” Know what he said? 1 or 2 more days. That’s just not right!
I wish the downstairs looked this empty. It does not! It’s wall to wall stuff – mostly in boxes but it’s the stuff not in boxes that’s causing all the issues.
I’m thankful for this little S10 that I’ve complained so much about. If we had a full size pickup, we’d probably still be over there getting it loaded.
Bernina and beer! In the grand scheme of things, what else really matters? We’re bringing things back each trip that we don’t want to mess with packing in boxes – plastic totes, Berninas, beer . . the really important things in life!
I will be so happy to get everything out of that house, get it cleaned and not have to go back out there. I’m very thankful it was available for us when we had nowhere to go but I’m so ready to be done with this move. And, I’ll bet you’re all ready to not have to hear about it any more!
