Short version of the last 7 days:
*Moved to Lexington – sort of.
*Hubby threw his back out.
*Our previously friendly Explorer turned into Christine.
*Went to my husband’s Christmas party and swapped stories about being a “construction wife” with the other “construction wives.”
Short version of the last 7 days – but longer:
*Moved to Lexington – sort of: The movers came to the house in Ohio on Monday and Tuesday. We met them in Lexington bright and early Friday morning. Got everything into the apartment and storage unit but WOW, I forget how much stuff we have. In the last 3 years, we have gone from a large house in Dallas (2100 SF) to a medium house in Cleveland (1400 SF) to a small apartment in Lexington (1000 SF). This means one room in our 2 bedroom apartment is stacked floor to ceiling with boxes. This means living out of said boxes and trying to figure out where the heck they packed the Tums and the DVD of Bend it Like Beckham. (Oh, I say sort of because I am going to be living in Cleveland until February. But all my stuff is in Lexington. Like my husband and my dog and my Tums and my Bend it Like Beckham DVD.)
*Hubby threw his back out: Randy has a bad back so all the driving he has been doing + the unpacking and general rearranging of boxes we did on Friday and Saturday + the stress of moving = Randy in pain. He is contorted into a shape vaguely reminiscent of a big Z. Basically his torso is jutting to the left and his hips jut to the right. Not so much fun. A few trips to the chiropractor and he will be fine but he is out of commission for the time being. (Of course, this all necessitates that we find the Tums quickly.)
*Our previously friendly Explorer turned into Christine: Picture this: driving from Lexington to Columbus on Saturday afternoon for the work Christmas party. Going slightly over 70, no one else around, dry pavement. I turn on the cruise control and the car takes off on me, quickly accelerating to nearly 80. I hit the brakes to turn off the cruise control but ‘Christine’ is still speeding up! Randy tells me to pump the gas pedal as I realize it is floored – completely bottomed out. After a few good kicks and me prying at it with my toes, it finally gives and we get back to me being in control, not the car! A little more adrenaline, please. Apparently ‘Christine’ does not like cruise control over 70 – new government car control mechanism, perhaps? Eh, doubtful. She has 100,000 miles on her and she gets cranky – no more cruise control for us. That was a little frightening as it has never happened to me before – just glad someone in the car was calm and knew what to do. Hint: it wasn’t me. (I really could have used those missing Tums)
*Went to my husband’s Christmas party and swapped stories about being a “construction wife” with the other “construction wives.” (Forgive the single gender references but construction is still a male dominated industry – very few “construction husbands” around.) It is common knowledge among the wives of employees of large national or multi-national commercial construction firms that you once you marry into the business, you will be moving for the business. Case in point – this is my 4th state in 5 years. (Ohio-Texas-Ohio-Kentucky.) Now, it isn’t fun (really, who likes packing and unpacking? And WHERE ARE MY TUMS!) but we knew it was going to happen when we got married. Whenever you get large gatherings of construction couples, the wives invariably start swapping moving stories. This is most fun when done with people of varying ages – the more broad the range, the more fun. Really freaks the youngins out. At our table on Saturday, we had Ann at over 20 years married to construction, myself at 5 years with construction (the moving started right after we began dating so I count those two years prior to the I Do’s) and Stephanie, girlfriend of 1 year. Ann and I actually went pretty easy on her considering some of my early moving conversations were with couples who have moved to no less than 8 states in 14 years!
So, that was my weekend. I have bought exactly 5 Christmas presents. Really need to buy more but I am not going to the mall until I find the Tums. Probably means some of you are getting your Christmas presents sometime in April. Merry Aprilmas!