Moving Blues
I am so stressed out tonight about moving next week. My tummy is churning so bad over this whole thing. I have no idea if anyone is going to help next weekend. And I have no idea how we are going to do this by ourselves. I also found out that next weekend is the Pagan Picnic. I promised Karen months ago that I would work the booth with her. I never did get the date for it though. So it turns out that when I told her we had recruited her husband to help next week that the picnic is next weekend also. I have no idea what I am going to do. I have to have the utilities turned on at the other place next weekend and off here. Which means that I can't stay here. I am sick over this. I just don't know what to do. I have to move, and I have to help out. *this is the part where I cry*
I think I am just going to have to tell her that I have to move my stuff over there in the morning and that I can meet them there later in the day.
Well I just put out an email asking for help for Saturday so I guess I have made up my mind. I am moving instead of working. No choice. I feel better. I will help them on Sunday, and maybe Saturday afternoon if we get done in time. Sorry Karen. This is more important I think. Why do I still feel like crap? Cause I am felling guilty. It is part of my illness I guess. I always feel guilty when I have to go back on my word for something. God it hurts!
Did I say that I am stressed out? This whole thing is stressing me out. I don't deal well with stress. And now I have to worry about whether or not Ran is going to be able to get out of bed next Saturday and get over here to load up the truck. That is stressful to. He isn't always the most reliable person.
Ok I am just digging myself in further. I am going to stop while I am ahead and fall back on a tried and true destresser. That's right folks I am going to watch Dirty Dancing.
Night.
I think I am just going to have to tell her that I have to move my stuff over there in the morning and that I can meet them there later in the day.
Well I just put out an email asking for help for Saturday so I guess I have made up my mind. I am moving instead of working. No choice. I feel better. I will help them on Sunday, and maybe Saturday afternoon if we get done in time. Sorry Karen. This is more important I think. Why do I still feel like crap? Cause I am felling guilty. It is part of my illness I guess. I always feel guilty when I have to go back on my word for something. God it hurts!
Did I say that I am stressed out? This whole thing is stressing me out. I don't deal well with stress. And now I have to worry about whether or not Ran is going to be able to get out of bed next Saturday and get over here to load up the truck. That is stressful to. He isn't always the most reliable person.
Ok I am just digging myself in further. I am going to stop while I am ahead and fall back on a tried and true destresser. That's right folks I am going to watch Dirty Dancing.
Night.
posted by Kate at 12:42 AM
4 Comments:
I'm so sorry you're so stressed out. Hopefully it will all work out. One way or the other you'll be moved. It just might take longer than anticipated? If we were still in St. Louis we would totally help you. That doesn't help much, though, does it?
I think Karen will understand. She knows that it wasn't intentional.
Good luck! Moving is HORRIBLE.
Call me. I'm sure I have an hour or two to spare -either to help move or to stand in for you at the booth.
So how did the move go? Did you get everything in there?
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