I was kind of annoyed with myself today, like I didn't get everything done that I wanted to get done. Got the boys to the vet for drugs this morning, emptied and cleaned the hot tub and the electrician was here to cut the line to it. But it took me about two hours to book hotels, because I'm picky and wanted locations that weren't way off the route. Additionally I ate more frozen food. Business accounts were balanced, club cards were printed and mailed.
What I hoped to also do was get the ceiling repairs painted, consolidate electronics boxes where possible, get the cable terminated, clean the grill and other things I can't think of right now. Didn't happen.
There's also the issue of pre-packing, or at least organizing the packing. Essentially, we have to divide out anything that goes to temp housing or in our car with us. The added layer of complexity surrounds the fact that we need stuff for Orlando during that time. For some reason, this causes me anxiety.
Diana is concerned about stuff at her house, not that she intends to take, but just stuff that's there in the basement. We actually had some disagreement about it, because she's stressing about it which stresses me because I think it doesn't matter if some random crap is left there and we just got to each other a little, and that sucks because we never do that.
In my mind at least, once Friday is over, we're essentially good to go. Everything will be packed, and we just wait until Monday for them to put it all on a truck so we can leave. And on Saturday we party with friends.
Have I mentioned I can't wait to just start the job?