The move has allowed for a hijack of my immunity

It’s safe to say I am over this move; completely over it. If I could I would pack up the truck right now and get on the road. I really only less than 2 weeks now but it’s killing me. I took down all the pictures, calendars, posters, etc off the walls yesterday. Sitting here staring at the blank walls I wish I hadn’t. I should have waited till the night before the movers came. The blank walls are harassing me, almost teasing me to a point.

My “trailer”. It’s okay you can laugh. I couldn’t comprehend how big a 4’ x 8’ trailer was and how much I could fit into it. So I made my own.

I even had a wonderful helper. Although she was a tad bit lazy making me move all the boxes while she yelled and growled directions.

I spent more than a better part of yesterday playing phone tag. The Man said finance in KY told him that TMO at Ft. Lewis would start the advance. I called TMO. To start with the girl was rude as can be. Kept telling me to contact my CO. Hmmm news flash sweetheart I don’t have one and if you stopped cutting me off you’d know that. Finally told to call finance at Ft. Lewis, so I did. The guy there said he can’t help call TMO back. I called, and called, and called some more. Spoke to 2 different people who gave me 2 completely different answers. I finally gave up for the day because my head was starting to spin. I will be tackling this again today. I NEED that advance to get the u-haul and get hotel rooms on the way out there.

Which reminds me; I still need to plot our drive. On paper and in my head it should take me 3.5 days. Realistically driving with a 1 year old, potty training 3 yr old, pea size bladder 8 yr old, miss know it all who will be texting nonstop 11 yr old, a neurotic dog, and 2 paranoid cats it will be more like 10 years. As much as I’d love to make stops and visit, I have this terrible image of being broadcasted on CNN.com’s Nancy Grace as she tears me to shreds for leaving a kid behind. Therefore I’ve crossed off seeing the “Biggest Ball of Yarn” or “The largest collection of toe jam”. I know you are all just as devastated as the kids; actually I think ‘Tater may have given herself whip lash when I kept moping about it.

This cold that Princess and Monkey have sent my way is slowly creeping into my body and killing me. I feel my insides turning to mush, my brain is slowly being devoured. I can’t remember where I put things, or even if I am supposed to get out of bed. My sinuses resemble the little alien guy in the chestbuster scene from Aliens. The throat is on fire worse than Southern California fire season. Okay MINOR over exaggeration but still I’m sick with no one to take care of me. Wait rewind, Princess did but she rubs her snot bubbles on me as she growls when leaning in for a kiss.

I honestly had one more paragraph I wanted to ramble about. BUT I got caught up into watching Behind the Rose on 20/20 about the behind the scenes of The Bachelor. It was 2 hours, 2 hours too long and yet I couldn’t turn it off no matter how hard I tried.


Okay it's bugging me, I need to know. What's the proper way to respond to comments? I normally just respond to them via email. But then I wondered, am I being intrusive to people's inboxes and invading their privacy?