Drained, tired & defeated
Finally moved out of our house. Staying with my parents until they sell their home, though I may head down sooner if hubby finds work or needs me to go down sooner. Otherwise I'm searching for new work come Monday. Parents are selling the company. Oil is too low to sustain an income to make the monthly expenses or pay the taxes. Couldn't find temporary housing for the cats. I had to have my mom take them to the humaine society. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to tear up in front of total strangers or look at the babies and wonder if they thought I was abandoning them. I've always, always thought it was cruel for people who move into apartments leave their pets behind. I never thought I would have to do it. Never felt so low.
Other than that:
- I do not claim my legs, back and feet. They hurt so much that I believe their previous owner was quite abusive to them. She must take them back and make sure they are fully functional again or give me my real ones back.
- The storage room is full. I would really like to pull out my books to have something to read, but, what do you know, they were in the first boxes we put into storage when we thought we were going to rent a large truck and go together.
- It rained today so some of the final boxes are wet. Also, mud. Mud is not your friend, especially when its name is Red Clay. And especially when the truck gets stuck in it while trying to move your stuff. And even more so when your doggies run through the house with it on their feet and fluffly tails (only the husky has a fluffy tail, the boxer mix does not have a tail).
- My closet full of clothes have not made it past the garage. Not in suitcases or boxes either. Just piled on a shelf and stuffed in a laundry hamper. I am going to be a wrinkled mess. Legs, back and feet are picketing though.
- Hubby is in Florida with the dogs at our new rental. Happy? I think not. I want sunshine. I did not want to have to clean up a house full of mud or finish packing today by myself. Thank God for mom.
- Oh, and the nurse at mom's pelvic exam suggested that she get an endometrial biopsy but said that she couldn't say anything more and that mom needed to speak with the doctor about the report. More drama.
The bright side:
- I got to wake up this morning.
- My dad and mom got to wake up this morning.
- Dad's turning 80 tomorrow.
- I got to eat McDonald's fries. YUM
- Hubby arrived safe and sound in Florida this morning. (this should be closer to the top)
- Doggies like their new back yard and, according to hubby, have marked it as theirs.
- It was sunny in Florida.
- Five less mouths to feed.
- My mom is happy that I stayed.
- I get to use the radiometrics laptop to go online because hubby's computer is virus-laden, and hubby nabbed my laptop to take with him to Panera Bread/Starbucks so he could be online. Didn't have the heart to tell him that the battery is so drained that it has to be plugged in constantly... hope they have jacks near the tables.... I'm at 32% and I've been online a while. :)