I’m too damn old to be moving. I’ve worked for days packing boxes, cleaning out closets and making a huge donation to the local salvation army.
When Ms. Hothead was younger this was no big deal. On more than one occasion, I’ve woke the Bastard Jr. from a dead sleep and said – wake up – we’re outta here. Pack the shit and gone before a cat could lick its ass.
Alas, it is not to be this time. I’ve lived here far to long to do that this time. The actual move date is still a couple of weeks away. I can see me the night before, still packin shit. Next time I move my children will cart my ass away and they can take care of moving me out of my new home.
Why didn’t I think of that this time?
Work is still scary – what can I say. Not like a couple of weeks ago. My attitude now is that what ever will happen will happen. I’ve od’d on emotions and no longer have the strength to do it. I worked 25 hours the last two days of last week.
When I move boxes into my now perfectly clean closet and find my bed…..I’m gonna fall in it.
Some sad news…..my uncles wife committed suicide Saturday. Shot herself. That is so sad.