jennickels | CRACK! That's the sound of me falling apart. (Reply)

I can't take the stress anymore. I'm cracking up. I got up today, ready to get this move on the road. Container was coming this afternoon, I was getting the last of the stuff packed up with a promise not to turn on the computer until I was done and could relax because otherwise I would be on here all day.

And then, of course, it all fell apart. We get a call from the moving people that they can't actually deliver the container because it's not allowed in the city. Nice. Thanks for telling us that 2 weeks ago when we called and asked repeatedly if it was allowed and was assured it was.

So now what? We leave for this camping trip in 4 days. We have to because it's going to take over a week to get to our new house and the kids start school on the 25th. We have to be there to register them and get school supplies.

I just don't know what to do any more. I'm jittery as hell and it's not from the 1/2 can of Dr. Pepper I drank this afternoon. I can't relax. Every muscle is taught, tension riding up and down my back. Everyone looks to me like I have the solutions. No one else is doing anything. Every time I ask the kids to help me they throw a fit and take off to do something else (at least then they are out of my way). My husband has been lounging on the couch all morning and my dad just continued on with making his coffee after finding out about the movers.

He said well do something else. But what? When? It's not like a moving van can magically appear in 4 days with no warning and be affordable enough for us to pay for it. I guess maybe we'll be renting a Uhaul after all which will toss the camping trip out the window. Owen is so looking forward to camping. I am, too. And seeing Mount Rushmore and Yellowstone.

Why is everything so f*cking hard for our family? It's one thing to have plans not go off without a hitch but every single plan...all the time? This is a royal screw up to the plan. It messes everything else up. I'm so depressed now. I wish I hadn't woken up this morning. I had such high hopes that this would go off rather well. I should have known better. That should give me some warning about this camping trip, too. I keep thinking it's going to go pretty good so that should tell me it won't. Nothing ever goes right when I think it will.

If we can't figure out how to get our stuff moved we'll be living in an empty house. No furniture, no toys, no dishes, nothing. Just us, a TV, the xbox and our clothes (whatever we bring on the camping trip). Why can't we have a normal life like other people?