I'm sitting at my work desk on sunday night writing this. You see, Bill owned all the computers (over 12) at our house, and now I don't have a computer at my new home. I have internet service, but no computer. It's okay though, since work is warmer than new home. And I don't have Molly sticking her furry nose into what I'm doing or chewing my lap blanket.
My Thanksgiving wasn't all that bad. Better than I had hoped for. Bill and I took Sweetie to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner. This restaurant specializes in slow roasted meats, so it was an absolutely great traditional Thanksgiving dinner. We even ordered a couple of extra dinners so that we'd have "left over turkey" the next day.
I packed most of my things on friday. It was awkward, but I kept plugging along till evening and then rested. Saturday I got breakfast and then picked up the cargo van. Yes, everything I own and planned to take with me fits in the van with room to spare. I forgot to rent a dolly, so I ended up manhandling the boxes.
I have bruises on both arms and legs. My back is ancient feeling and my neck is stiff with muscle soreness and stress. I knew it might be like this, but it doesn't help being forewarned.
After I packed up the van I gave Bill a hug and cried a little. I drove over to M's house and discovered that she had been sick and had not had time to make room for my things. Sweetie and I unloaded, Sweetie took Molly for a walk (or the other way around) and I stayed behind to help M pack up her daughters things so that I'd have space for mine.
We kinda relaxed that evening after making an extra trip out to buy a new pump for my air mattress bed. I managed to lose the other one. Sweetie and I jumped into bed and huddled together for warmth since every window was open so that Molly would remember to take her business outside. We're sharing the bedroom with M until the other one is vacant so M and Molly went to bed a little after us.
I tossed and turned. Sweetie slept diagonally on the bed making it impossible for me to stay covered. In the middle of the night I woke up and I just had to cry. I tried to do it quietly so eveyone could stay asleep, but everyone woke up. Then Molly decided to join Sweetie and I on the airmattress bed, which I discovered has a very slow leak. I didn't especially want Molly to sleep with us, but she made such a humongous pain of herself that I gave up and tried to get some sleep.
Today I had to go back to Bill's to pick up a footlocker with Sweetie's things in it. It was all civil. Then I was asked to drop M off at the airport so that she could pick up a company car. After which I drove 5 hours straight to drop Sweetie off at her dads.
I knew this part wouldn't be fun. I was right. I'm numb, irritated, scared, sad and cry at the stupidest times. I'm not in a rush to get home, mostly because the home I have is not the warm place with comfy couch where I can relax. It's cold, uncomfortable and I'm not really up for conversation.
