Broomfiled or bust
We've been packing. We've been cleaning. WE're getting happier every day, even though the stress is pretty overwhelming. I leave for Colorado on Friday, which freaks me out a little. Surprise.
Eliot has become extremely mommy-centered these past few days, even with Brian. He won't really let me leave his sight. I wish I knew how to quell this, at least a little, but I'm the primary caretaker and that's pretty much that. It might all get a little messy in Colorado when I say good-bye, but I just need to prepare for it. Suck it up. Let it go. But it's HARD.
As if things weren't complicated enough with having to move stuff out of storage for the movers, get belongings from two sets of friends who have been storing them for us, and showing our apartment to possible renters for the new owner who is in California, our alley and street are completely torn up and being worked on. Which means in a week, when the moving truck comes, there may be nowhere for him to park. I've been on the phone with like 110 people from the city of Chicago Department of Transportation, the Alderman, and 311, but no one has any answers (Surprise!). A visit to the alderman's office tomorrow may be in order, as sometimes an in-person visit makes all the difference. I'm starting to get pissed, and that's not a good thing. A pissed off, stressed out woman who's on the verge of abandoning her child 1000 miles away is not a pretty picture. Yikes. Calgon, take me away. Did I mention that I hate Chicago?
Props to Brian for a great weekend of packing and keeping me sane. He busted out with some really funny jokes, which is highly appreciated. He did a lot of packing and organizing, and things really feel like they're under control, thanks to him. As long as he pulls through while I'm in Colorado, we may actually pull this off relatively drama free. . .as long as we have a place for the moving truck. Please god.
Eliot has become extremely mommy-centered these past few days, even with Brian. He won't really let me leave his sight. I wish I knew how to quell this, at least a little, but I'm the primary caretaker and that's pretty much that. It might all get a little messy in Colorado when I say good-bye, but I just need to prepare for it. Suck it up. Let it go. But it's HARD.
As if things weren't complicated enough with having to move stuff out of storage for the movers, get belongings from two sets of friends who have been storing them for us, and showing our apartment to possible renters for the new owner who is in California, our alley and street are completely torn up and being worked on. Which means in a week, when the moving truck comes, there may be nowhere for him to park. I've been on the phone with like 110 people from the city of Chicago Department of Transportation, the Alderman, and 311, but no one has any answers (Surprise!). A visit to the alderman's office tomorrow may be in order, as sometimes an in-person visit makes all the difference. I'm starting to get pissed, and that's not a good thing. A pissed off, stressed out woman who's on the verge of abandoning her child 1000 miles away is not a pretty picture. Yikes. Calgon, take me away. Did I mention that I hate Chicago?
Props to Brian for a great weekend of packing and keeping me sane. He busted out with some really funny jokes, which is highly appreciated. He did a lot of packing and organizing, and things really feel like they're under control, thanks to him. As long as he pulls through while I'm in Colorado, we may actually pull this off relatively drama free. . .as long as we have a place for the moving truck. Please god.