I apologize for the lack of musings... it's not for lack of goings on but more for a lack of wanting to be known as a public whiner. 2011 has not been my friend as far as general health goes. New Years Day a filling broke and even after the repair and a crown on a different suspect tooth I still can't chew on the right side of my mouth without pain. I'll be going in for the fourth time (and last thanks to the move) to see what my dentist can do to get me chewing smoothly again. Most of January and early February I was in some sort of digestive turmoil that is still just a big fat question mark of WTF? The thing I can't stand about digestive distress is that by the time you can get in to see someone it is generally after the fact and experts in the field are few and far between. Bit has also had two trips into the doc and one to the ER so between her and I, our family deductible will probably be met soon for the year.
The move is of course the big looming issue here. Bug is ridiculously excited to move. She cannot wait to get back to a Grandma. I'm not sure she understands completely that she won't be coming back to her yellow house, but her excitement is better than frustration on top of chaos so I'll take it. I have packed 1 box of toys, 2 totes of pictures and 7 boxes of books and office stuff. I absolutely LOVE totes for moving, especially for items that need protecting. I know that a tote won't cave under the weight of other things, will stay ok if water gets to it, and stacks oh so nicely in a storage unit. I bought about 8 in January and looked quite the fool driving my cart through the store with a baby in her car seat, three-yr old hanging onto the side and dragging my tower of totes to the front. But at least I can drag the totes into the POD myself if I need to without worrying about structural integrity.
So far, the move is much further along in my head then it is in real life. POD= check. Storage unit= check. Tickets for me and girls=check. Dolly to tow car= Muffin's job. The walls are cleared of pictures and my box labels are color coordinated and ready to load. Unfortunately, in order for my pod to get dropped for loading, it needs a clear, flat space to sit. And thanks to the artic vomit that has been winter of 2011 here in New England, I have about six parking spaces worth of four inch ice to break up and remove before my unit can be dropped. And, thanks to the weather channel, I have temps on the 30's and four days with strong chance for rain between now and my prospective drop date.
I have spent three solid afternoon nap periods out banging on ice these last few days. Muffin bought a salt that is supposed to be the napalm of ice (and grass or other natural things I'm sure) and a really great ice breaker that is basically an ice scraper with a long handle and sharp blade. The salt gets laid on the morning, then I go out in the afternoon to slice away at the great Allds street glacier. The biggest block is honestly about 2x3ft and 4 inches thick. Muffin and I actually measured the thickest slab at 5 inches. It never SHOULD have gotten this bad but when you get 9 ft of snow in 6 weeks and have 2 young children, clearing every inch of snow from under your massive Ram mega-cab tends to get overlooked in the daily to-do list. Muffin and I were lucky to get to the driveway in a timely fashion. Even our poor mailman has gotten into the habit of bringing my recycling bins up to the house because he knows I can't get to it myself.
My hands are throbbing from the repetition of driving the ice breaker down over and over into what is basically ice thick enough to be an ice rink. If it was completely flat, I could likely charge usage fees and buy a Zamboni. But like a mound of leaves to rake or a wall to paint at least I can look around and measure my progress one shovel of ice at a time. At least, that's how it feels when I'm focused on the work, at night I just feel tingling in my hands and forearms. Hopefully the weather and the round of rain we have coming through will be more friend then foe on this project and I can focus more efforts on actually packing up the house.
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