A week ago I received the keys to an apartment I have transferred to. It took me four days to move everything from the old to the new. I did have a beast of a friend who helped me out the first day (Friday) with my furniture, but for some reason it took three days for me to move the rest of my junk ten feet (the distance to my current apartment). By the car load I transferred stuff, and it did not seem to make a difference. In fact, I still have non perishable items in my car! I just shift it around, to make way for the kiddies :) However, back to the grueling past weekend. Back and forth I drove and walked with arm loads and car loads of crap. I wore flip flops, which were heard from 7 am to 11 pm, and bore the brunt of flat dry feet, that could have been mistaken for the soles of Frodo Baggins.
On Saturday, somewhere during the upright state of the sun, and hottest part of the day, my daughter asks from the coolness of the apartment glass door if we could go somewhere when I was finished. In her state of mind, she would not have been able to detail the sagging state of my clothes, ragged look, and sweaty skin. I immediately took a mental note, to give her more chores. Hurriedly, I attempted to move everything that I could to avoid charges from the old apartment, but realized that I would miss the deadline when I had gone through to perform a final check; and was laughed at from items forgotten in bedroom closets and bathroom drawers.
That Sunday morning awakened with determination, I set out once more in flip flops, washed mane, smell good lotion, and dated but cute attire (my motivation), and moved again all day. I knew I had less stuff to deal with, but sometime after lunch, my sporadic narcolepsy kicked in and I napped...for three hours. Needless to say, I probably procrastinated for half a day, and again attempted to be out by 5 pm...and didn't make it. My feet and body hurt even more, and I looked like a native from the motherland. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but they are more acceptable of the natural look (shamelessly, I have not verified this hypothesis). Luckily, when I returned home from work on Monday, I was finally able to turn my keys in five minutes before closing.
Although, I have officially moved, I have yet to completely move in. I'm still waiting to get in the mood to unpack, and organize. Perhaps it will happen after I give myself a foot bath, and a pedicure, or maybe I'll just watch an episode of "Hoarders", and that should give me a boost!
On Saturday, somewhere during the upright state of the sun, and hottest part of the day, my daughter asks from the coolness of the apartment glass door if we could go somewhere when I was finished. In her state of mind, she would not have been able to detail the sagging state of my clothes, ragged look, and sweaty skin. I immediately took a mental note, to give her more chores. Hurriedly, I attempted to move everything that I could to avoid charges from the old apartment, but realized that I would miss the deadline when I had gone through to perform a final check; and was laughed at from items forgotten in bedroom closets and bathroom drawers.
That Sunday morning awakened with determination, I set out once more in flip flops, washed mane, smell good lotion, and dated but cute attire (my motivation), and moved again all day. I knew I had less stuff to deal with, but sometime after lunch, my sporadic narcolepsy kicked in and I napped...for three hours. Needless to say, I probably procrastinated for half a day, and again attempted to be out by 5 pm...and didn't make it. My feet and body hurt even more, and I looked like a native from the motherland. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but they are more acceptable of the natural look (shamelessly, I have not verified this hypothesis). Luckily, when I returned home from work on Monday, I was finally able to turn my keys in five minutes before closing.
Although, I have officially moved, I have yet to completely move in. I'm still waiting to get in the mood to unpack, and organize. Perhaps it will happen after I give myself a foot bath, and a pedicure, or maybe I'll just watch an episode of "Hoarders", and that should give me a boost!
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