Ok, so today is DH’s day off. It’s been almost a whole month since we moved and the old trailer STILL has stuff in it. So, I put my foot down and told DH he HAD to go and get a bunch of stuff. Well, as you may or may not know, I work nights and sleep all morning. At 1pm, he was still home and surfing the web. I got up and showered and got ready and asked if he’d been over there yet. No, he was waiting to see if I wanted to help.. SIGH. He also hadn’t called around to home medical supply services to see about getting a replacement for his CPAP mask. So we had to waste half an hour while I did the calling, and I also made an appt for him to see his new internal medicine specialist he never got around to seeing.
Finally at around 1:30 we set off for the old place. He got his book shelf and several boxes of books packed up and into the van. I got a bunch of stuff from the kitchen and swept up two trashbags full of trash and dust. The longer we’re here and then go see the old place in the state it’s in now… I wonder how we ever managed to live in that filth as long as we did. But in addition, I know now that we’ll never be able to sell it for much of anything really. I think when we finally get everything out of the inside of it and finally move my Gazebo and outdoor furniture, then I’ll put an ad on Craigslist to see if I get any interest in it at $750. I think even if I end up getting nothing but an offer of $500 that it’ll be worth it to not have to pay lot rent for another month in April and finally be able to say goodbye to that part of my life. There are many memories associated with the old place, but it had mostly become the reason for my depression and the kids’ fighting and behavior issues and probably plenty of health issues. I’ll treasure the memories that make me smile though. And I look forward to making lots of new happy memories here in the new place.
Anyway, back to my reason for blogging… DH had said when he loaded the boxes of books into the van that he would gladly go through them tonight and get the bookshelf attached to the wall and filled with the books. … Well, it’s now 10:25pm and he’s sitting in the living room with the TV blaring, typing away on his computer while I’m at work in my office area. Now to be fair he did jump in and start washing the nasty dishes and stuff we brought with us from the old kitchen today. Everything needed to be washed and scrubbed. He also got the grill going and we had hotdogs and BBQ chicken for dinner. But… it just doesn’t change the fact that he said he’d get these stacks of boxes of books taken care of. The worst part is that it’s not something I can do myself out of desperation. His books have to be in a certain order.
Over the last few weeks and days I have managed to get a lot unpacked and organized. I love my china cabinet I got at the used furniture store. It’s filled with Mom’s moss rose china and a few of the pieces I’ve collected myself. I even decided to splurge with the tax refund and got my first piece of Jadite to start my collection. I’ve always loved Jadite, but could never part with the money for any of it. I got a batter bowl. I love it! This past Friday was also DH’s day off, so we went to his Mom’s house and got his grandparents’ antique art deco buffet and a solid wood, Ethan Allen round coffee table that she said was her ex-husband’s and she didn’t want it. So, after a LOT of elbow grease and a bottle of English Oil I got the buffet and table looking fabulous. One side of the buffet holds some games, and we put the most played games under the ottoman and the new round table which is now our end table in the corner next to the couch.
I should have taken pics of everything last night since it was looking so nice… now it’s trashed again with boxes of the filthy crap we brought over from the old house and backpacks and socks and shoes thrown everywhere. I have just about given up on teaching them to pick up after themselves … I know if it weren’t for me, that this house would look like the old one already. 6&11’s room is a disaster area, even though I went in there and cleaned it for them and organized the babydoll furniture etc. They just get stuff out, throw it down and refuse to put it away when done. DH is no real help in this dept. He lets them get away with so much when I’m working.
Well, it’s my lunch break at work, so I’d better get out there and clean up the mess they made during the first half of my shift.
I’ll try to get pics up soon. I can’t find my camera cord 
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March 27, 2009 at 11:28 am
Mine are like that too. I’m trying to quit moddle coddling them and if they can’t find shit too bad. I just kick it out of the way or toss it out. The other day eldest son complained his clothes all disappeared. So we went into the basement with a basket, I dug through everything they threw onto the floor while digging through the freezers (I fold the clothes on top the freezer and they are to come down to get it) and found 2 baskets full. I said get them out because what is left over is getting burned. I then filled a bed sheet up with the rest and torched it.