Clean, Paint, Pack and Move

My life for the past 4 days has been completely consumed by the drama of moving. I am so tired, sleepy, all my muscles hurt and I think the paint fumes are starting to get to me. I think I go through withdrawal when I leave the apartment because I can't think straight or function properly or anything. It's like I;m in a daze for a while and then I go back into the fumes and I'm a painting machine. The drive comes from the fumes I betcha!

Developments so far, well I have almost completely repainted the apartment. All that is left is the foyer and the kitchen and I have to bring in reinforcements for that. I'm expecting more maintanence people, deliveries you name it they are coming. I thought that since I only had a few things and nor real furniture that this move would be a piece of cake. No cake in sight! I have a lot of stuff that I didn't even know about. Fine, the shoes were accounted for before, but still what's with all the stuff.

I'm very thankful that my family has been helping me with this because if it weren't for them I would have quit a long time ago. I have wanted to cry everyday from all the time I have to talk to people, to get maintanence to fix stuff to get stuff delivered to tell people what to paint in what color, it can be a bit overwhelming. I guess it's all going to be worth it eventually.

Nothing else really going on besides that Mom and Mini Pickle are supposed to be coming over this weekend but that's not for sure yet. Oh, almost forgot the tally...8 cans of paint, 3 trips to home depot, 2 temper-tantrums (on my part), 2 pulled muscles and one broken nail so far. I won't even sum up the cost or I'm likely to start to cry. More updates as I get access to a computer with internet connection.