"Sucking eggs" sounds like an understatement! What a tumultuous storm to be in the midst of! Thank goodness for Gail and her husband.

I'm sorry for the stress of it all, and hope that the tipping point at which it becomes easier (there always is one, no matter the obstacle) occurs soon... or has already.

Moving house and natural childbirth are the only two life events which are worse during the event than in any horrendous forethought can imagine. However, in both cases, the finished product is worth the trouble.

So have courage! Our steel magnolia must show her velvet gloves. Or wave them like a peace flag, whichever works.

Seriously now, I'm sorry about K's legs, and hope they are all better now.

What did I miss about the electrician? I've no doubt he wants a second chance, but for what? or to do what? or what for?

Yea! You're back!!!! I accidentally, rolled down to far before I started, so I couldn't stop laughing and focus because I saw, "The good news is, my elecrician is out of jail..." You're such a hoot, even when it's hard. Good for you to have your sense of humor. I hate moving with a deep and undying passion. Hate. Even that doesn't describe my true feeling, it's not strong enough. I get you on that one! How funny your cleaning lady and carpenter aren't talking? What did each do to the other to have that happen?!

Moving is awful & I think unpacking is the worst. Six years after moving here I've still got unpacked boxes in the garage, following the out of sight, out of mind principle. I was just thinking the other day that I should just put them outside for the trash guys. Obviously they don't contain anything essential to my life.

Sorry for your experience and like others have said, it's always a long haul until you feel completely moved in, but there is a hump after which you cross it becomes easier.

Now, I am trying to remember, one of the people who was working on your new house didn't get along with either Jimmy or Di.........was it your electrician? LOLOL.

The electrician is a young man that has not nor will he
ever get it that one passes a certain time when maturity
and responsibility are necessary in life.

Meldy
He has spent most of his life in prison for drugs and
alcohol abuse. I gave him a job 2 years ago and he has been
working for me since. He has been a thorn in my side
around here since I bought the house, he just won't finish
anything. He got caught again driving DUI and he wants
still another chance. I feel sorry for him but I can't do
this any more.

ROBIN
they are married and I hope it's just a bump in the road
for them because I love them both. I have no idea what happened and I don't want to know.

Suzy
it was the young decorator that Di had a disagreement
with.

It is raining here today and the tile folk have set up one of my patio umbrellas over their saw.

Neil and I have set up housekeeping upstairs for now and
if we don't fall down and break something we will survive
this. In the meantime I can be found driving around the
countryside tossing out the odd brush, dish, forks,
knives, pots and pans.

Sassi has taken up residence on Katrina's lap and I think they both love it.

I'm still worried about Katrina's health through all of
this. She has been such a big help and since she is so
organized and I'm not maybe she can get me on the right track.

Thank goodness it's done Jan - well sort of. At least you are out of the old and into the new. Unpacking and putting away is the worst (I don't even like to do that with groceries). I still can't get my car into my garage and may never be able too, but I have the old couch in there the dogs use when I'm out.

Keep on taking deep, deep breaths and know we're all on your side.

You are, by the way, right not to continue with your electrician. Sounds as though you've been a patient friend to him and now he needs to get it that there are consequences for his life style.

My life has been laced with its share of alcoholics, from workmates to friends, to relatives on various places in the family tree, including marriage. Some of these people have been geniuses, some with tender hearts, some workers, some bums, IOW across the spectrum.....but all with that particular monkey on their backs. Most of us come face to face with them and often don't even know it. But, each one of these people carried with them heartaches, to themselves and often to others.

Yeah, you try to give them a break but it's a veiled form of enabling. Sooner or later when there are no other options they either do themselves in, or clean up their acts. It's their call.

Bless your heart, (and I mean that in the good sense, not the one suthruners sometimes use, lol) one of these days you'll get up in the morning, go out to your beautiful little sun room and wonder what you can plan to keep you busy for the day. Hope it comes soon.

Ironically Jan, I somehow knew that would be the answer. Married. Bless their hearts.

Jan, sunflowers, hugs, and lots of positive thoughts being sent your way. It's wonderful that in the midst of the mess and turmoil, you still can write about it with a sense of humor. I hope that by next year at this time -- much sooner than that, in reality --you can look back and remember all this with a gladness that you'll never have to do it, again -- unless you want to, that is. :>)

Having everything and everyone moved into the new place is a major accomplishment...the hardest part is over. Sorting and finding places for everything will take awhile. I've still, like Andie, got unpacked boxes but they're well marked and someday... LOL Like Scarlet, you just have to tell yourself "I'll think about that tomorrow"...Works for me. josh

Janis, moving does suck eggs. You are absolutely correct! I hope the worst is over for you.I know from expierence how awful a move can be. I will never move again. Ever.

Gabriell, never say never, it usually comes back to bite
you on the hiney.

I've been out a good part of the day, I had to return some
things and do the change of address thing.

I've found out that my living room is the size of my old
master sitting room and my bedroom is the size of a pea. The
new coffee table that I so proudly bought on ebay before I moved is too big.

The tile folk spent the day tiling the new shower which
isn't finished yet but when it is will be big enough to
accomodate several people, go figure.

I have to tell you that my little Sassi girl has been
wonderful during all of this and has helped all of us by
giving hugs and kisses and bringing laughter into our lives.
Everyone has fallen in love with her and rightly so.

Oh! and if any of you are planning to move any time soon,
call me for advice. I'll be happy to sit in my comfy chair,
drink a margarita and let Katrina tell you what not to do.

jan,

Bless your heart.

Hopefully, living in one place rather than three will make things a little less hectic.

LOL your electrician! (the part about now that he's out of jail).
I have experienced the same thing...the tile in my sunroom still isn't finished due to the same.

Glad to see you're taking a few minutes to let us know how things are going.

LOL, jan ~~ sitting back in a recliner is absolutely the best way to oversee a move! With an appropriate imbibe-able in hand.

I moved 7 times in the first eight years with DH1, followed by 3 moves in two years after we split. Somewhere along the way I decided that any box not holding holiday ornaments and not unpacked within a month actually contained unneeded items and could go straight to the garbage can. Other than one favored cooking pot, I still don't miss anything that was probably in one of those boxes. OTOH, the next move will have forty year collection of discardables -- I'll probably just have the trash truck park at the door so the stuff can go right into it.

re the electrician: I always try to help three times, but more than that I've learned to look upon as being an enabler, and the most difficult but best help I can give is not to. Two years is enough. You can't live his life for him, and you've offered help and help and help again. It's up to him to make his own choices and live with consequences.