Wednesday, August 8, 2018

The Right Way to Procrastinate

Did you know there's a right way to procrastinate? Me neither. I am a bit of a one for procrastination, even though I manage to give the impression that I'm a do-er. It works for me so I don't feel too guilty, but now I don't have to. 

Pop over to my new bloggy collaboration to read more about Procrasti-cleaning. 

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Moving - The Mental Challenges

So, we're in. Almost settled. Well, it's a bit of a sliding scale really isn't it?

I mean, almost everything is out of boxes, and the things we dragged all the way from the States last year and left in boxes, are still in boxes. But hey - they made it here. One of these days I will rip them open and see what treasures lie there. (Obviously superfluous to needs since they haven't seen the light of day in well, 380 days.)

The first mental challenge is where to put everything. This kitchen has more cabinets than the last one, and though we don't have an awful lot of stuff now, we still managed to run out of space before half of said stuff was unboxed. Trick is not to alot one whole shelf to a salad bowl I suppose. Sigh. (Looks at Ball & Chain accusingly.)

The second mental challenge is believing you'll get to the finish line. Every time I move I forget just how knackering it really is. Walking round all day with single items in your hand, trying to find the appropriate drawer/shelf/other box. I had my I-phone in my back pocket, with its little Heart icon that counts your steps. By mid-day I had easily beaten the 10,000 step challenge and apparently had climbed the equivalent of fourteen flights of stairs. And it felt like it. After two days of putting things away, I lay on the sofa, Roman-style and waived my son and spouse off to the local pasta place. Last thing I could be bothered to do was put lippy on and sit up straight in public.

Last but definitely not least-ly, is the builders. Oh yes, not only am I trying to set up a home, but we have builders around all day, every day. The landlord (we are renting - long story involving accidental lapsing of previous lease) had promised to update our two bathrooms before we moved in. I thought it was a tough ambitious at the time,(about a month before we moved in), but I had no idea how prescient I was. One week later, the ensuite/master bath isn't complete and we still have another complete gut job of the family bathroom. I have banned them from coming near the place this weekend as my cousin and family are staying.

In case it escapes you, having four or five people in your house all day means you're stuck in the house. All our stuff is now here, and while it's not a trust question with the crew, the front door is wide open all day and they are upstairs. Making huge amounts of noise. Were someone nefarious to walk in, they could have stripped the downstairs bare before anyone noticed.

And the poor dog. While she has given up any attempt to guard the house, she is very stressed and not to be left on her own with strangers. It's not fair on her and needless to say, at the end of the day, she's a stressed dog, so.....

So yes. It's all a bit challenging, in a very first world sort of way. This too shall pass.

Friday, July 27, 2018

I'll Never Move Again. (Not least because I assaulted a worker.)

So we've moved. Again. Bit of a SNAFU with the lease on the old property, but we were looking to move anyway, so...........

You'd think after the massive downsizing I did last year, when I gave away or sold most of my earthly possessions, it would be a lot easier. Admittedly, although it's a relative doddle, since I didn't have to itemize every box and apply for a TOR (Transfer of Residence) number, but it's still a pain in the proverbial. 

Despite resolutions to be more organised in this house, there are still lone items being bunged into drawers, resulting in three drawers now looking like they're once again, the "Messy drawer". Three! And there's not even any order to those three - surely one should be for paperwork, one should be for, Oooh I dunno, stamps and staplers etc, and another one for bin bags? Oh no, that would be far too organised. Our three are currently for anything and everything. I keep saying I will go back and re-sort them once I come up for air, but who am I kidding? Six months from now I will still have to look in all three for a first class stamp.

I also lost my new debit card, the day after it was issued. Annoyingly, my only UK card was slapped with a fraud alert the day before we moved, even though I verified every payment and they couldn't tell me what the alert was about. Fortunately it arrived at our old place as we were pulling off for a new life, quarter of a mile down the road, so no harm done. Last night I suddenly realised I had no idea where it was. Scoured the possibilities, handbag, messy drawers and pocket of loose linens worn yesterday. (You know it's how when I break out the dreaded linens.)

Just happened to mention it to one of the workers here, this morning. (Because yes, moving isn't complicated enough, we have to be dealing with a bathroom gut and refit. Sigh.) Anyway, he immediately said there was a card on my bedroom floor and went off to retrieve. it. Now, he's been here a few days and is a lovely smiley chap, but I'm still not sure how appropriate it was that I clasped his face in both hands and planted a giant smackeroony on the side of his face!!!

Is that workplace harassment? HIs boss was standing right next to him at the time and didn't intervene. Both seemed to find it pretty funny, but I'm now slightly tormented by the fact that I'm a complete hypocrite! Were it the other way round gender-wise, (female worker, male customer), it just wouldn't be right would it? Ugh. Another thing to lose sleep over. 

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