Oh no... Hit the panic button! We move in 10 days and very little is actually packed. We've been too busy with Projects To Get The House Ready to sell, that packing has gone by the wayside. Until today... and when I started the actual packing process this afternoon, I realized what a HUGE, GARGANTUAN, OHMYGODTHISISGOINGTOKILLME project this is.
And to top it all off....
Tonight The Hubs- you know, the guy who isn't here during the week, will be here for approximately 48hrs this weekend (and he's planning on doing 9,374 projects in that time,) and then won't be here again until approximately 13 hours before we are actually loading up the truck to move!- calls and says, "Hey, the company picnic is on Sunday afternoon. I had forgotten about it until they were handing out tickets today. We said 'Yes, we'll go!' a month ago on the day I accepted the job. I know we thought we'd already be moved down here. I know it would be a challenge, but I'd still like to go. I hate to back out of anything this soon into the new job."
Okay, I understand the not wanting to back out thing... But A Challenge?!?! You want to leave the house around 3pm (exactly in the middle of nap time) to go to a baseball game in Washington, PA, that starts at 6:30pm and ends at God Knows When:Thirty, and want me drive back to Cleveland BY MYSELF with the kids at midnight. AND this will be the first time our (probably) GRUMPY children (you know, because we're leaving in the middle of nap time!) and your (definitely) grumpy wife meet all your brand-spank'n new co-workers, boss, owner of the company....
And that's not even counting that we would have to miss our last Bible Study class. *sob* And that we just told his parents, "Yes! Come out this weekend and help us because we have a butt-load of things that need to get done!" *ugh* And the fact that WE'RE MOVING IN TEN DAYS!
Laser beams came out of my eyes and burned a hole in his skull and melted his brain into a puddle of lumpy mush on the other end of the phone line. Or at least that's what I was trying to do.
In reality, I think there was a long silence (laser beams, people!) and then I said something along the lines of, "I don't know if that would be the best idea." To which he responded, "Well, let's sleep on it, and we'll talk tomorrow." I think I'll go with the "We really risk the kids being super grumpy, and I don't want them to be like that the first time we meet all your new coworkers" angle, rather than the "If we go, I will lose my ever-loving mind" angle. What'cha think???