I know I said I will share more about my moving drama, but there are so many things that happened I am not sure where to start and what to tell...
We were supposed to move out of the house completely by the 28th, and our moving truck and movers we hired were scheduled for the 26th. I was not done packing at all. I mean NOT AT ALL. I was packing here and there, but the couple rooms I was avoiding came and bit me hard. Can you guess which rooms I am talking about? The hobby room and my closet. Because we are not moving in to our new place right away, I have to decide what to put in storage and what to take with me. That is really hard to decide. I ended up packing till 5 am the night before I slept a couple of hours and got up to continue on. In fact, when the movers came, I was still packing!
Ok, turn the clock back to the 26th... that's where I will start telling you one of my mother of the year award moments.
I have been slowly packing and cleaning for a few weeks, but by the 26th I was under a ton of pressure. All I did was packing and I felt like the packaging tape and marker became parts of my body. We wanted to reschedule the movers to the 28th but since they are so booked, we couldn't. I was so disappointed that we couldn't, but what can I do? I just have to keep packing.
Then, several hours later, Mr.TRH talked to the sales rep of our builder and heard some bad news. We were supposed to move in to our new house in July, but now they are saying August or September. We signed the paper in January, but the paper work wasn't even submitted to the city. WHAT??? Was I upset? Ohhh...that isn’t a good enough word to describe how I felt. If we had known that was going to happen we would have waited to sell our home until May or June. I really wanted to stay in our house and move straight in to our new house. Sometimes I wish I could see the future and decide what to do, but I guess that defeats the purpose of having the ability to make choices.
I was feeling lava boiling in my stomach, but I decided to keep working. We sold our house; we have to move out there so I have to pack up everything.
The boys’ room was nearly done packing, all I needed to do was to take off the bedding and wash them and pack. I ducked down into the bottom bunk to pull the sheets out and then found TONS and TONS of socks, pajamas, books, and toys between the wall and the bed... SERIOUSLY??? Now I have to repack them but this time separately from the other things. I still kept my cool and was going to pull myself out of the bunk bed when...
I hit my head so hard on the rail. "SHxx!!"
The lava boiling in my stomach was reached its limit, hitting my head on the rail was the last straw. I had enough! The word just rolled out of my mouth.
The thing is though, I never swear. That's just not what I do. I am not tying to say that I am miss perfect or anything, but there is a standard I live by and strive to be. There are things I don't do and swearing is one of them.
In fact, my 10 year old was looking at me with wide eyes. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were saying, "What just happened?" Mr. TRH who was packing down stairs even heard that and came running up to see what was going on.
"Are you ok? What happened??" I took a deep breath and tried to explain myself, but near the end my voice failed and I knew I would start crying if I kept talking, so I stopped.
The great thing was that he understood that I was under a lot of pressure and gave me a hug. phew, he always knows what I need and makes me feel better (I am still mad at the builder though!).
I apologized to my son for my behavior later on and he said it's ok, but I told him that it's not ok. I should be in better control of my anger and be a good example for him.
I guess it left a vivid impression and he told several people that mommy used the "sh" word. I felt like it was the talk of the town. He told my mother-in-law (we laughed together though), and my oldest son came to me that night and whispered, "Mom, I heard that you used the "sh" word today??" his eyebrows were moving up and down. Why are children so excited when parents make mistakes.
My response? "what? Oh, you mean "shoot" or "sheesh"?"
Later we found out that the reason the paper wasn't processed yet was that the lady who was supposed to do that got mad about something and quit her job. When she left, she hid all the paper work in a drawer and didn't tell anyone. When the company started getting phone calls from clients they didn't know what was going on and started opening drawers and found the papers. Who does that?? The way she handled her anger was so unprofessional and irresponsible, now we are the ones that get to suffer. :(
I guess big or small, it's better to be in control of our emotions don't you agree?