So, hot off the heels of my acceptance to grad school, my mom sold her condo. I was really hoping she’d take a little bit of time to just enjoy the stroke of luck, but the buyer wants to close and move in by the 26th of this month. Yes, basically a week from now.
So she’ll be moving in with us next Saturday. The new development has finally gotten us to stop putting off packing, and we’ve started to clear out stuff in the garage to make room for her furniture. I’m glad things are happening as fast as they are, but this will no doubt be the longest week of my life.
It’s not living with my mom I’m worried about. It’s that this five mile move is obviously turning out to be a much bigger production than our 3,000 mile one coming up in a month. I completely understand her stress — a week is not a long time to get everything packed up and ready to go, but it’s entirely doable.
But my mom is FREAKING THE FUCK OUT and it makes me want to throw myself off a cliff. She asks me the same questions about helping her and clearing out the garage every hour on the hour, things I’ve already given her firm answers on. Then she presses me on questions about our move to Cali, which really have nothing to do with her move next week. She never just comes up with a plan of attack. She’s gotta make sure everyone is as stressed out as she is, and she will accomplish that by any means necessary. I love my mom, but I want to fucking scream.
I hate to say it, but I finally understand how Huz feels whenever we go on vacation. I know this is exactly how I get when we’re under pressure to get something done. I can’t even imagine surviving til the end of the week. (I’ve neglected to mention that we also have a release at my job next weekend.)
For the sake of Huz and Hugga, I’m really trying to zen myself out of this. I’m pacing myself with clearing things out and packing things away, and I take breaks whenever I feel they’re necessary. There is too much going on over the next few months and I really can’t afford to start losing my shit now, but I have a feeling my mom won’t let up until I’m completely burnt out. The only thing I can hope for is that she totally exhausts my ability to stress out that by the time we move, I’ll just be completely lackadaisical.
*deep breaths*
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