Well, we are finally moved into our new home. I don't know if I have ever been this stressed in my life... I was aware that I was so freaked out/exausted that my brain was functioning at only a fraction of peak efficiency, but was helpless to do anything about it.
The floor guys took two days longer than they promised to get the floors done. I was afraid of that, and had scheduled the movers and furniture delivery late in the week, just in case. The new tile floor was completed the evening before the movers, which was okay -- except that it didn't leave any time to clean.
I had no idea how easy I've had it all these years of moving into nice apartment complexes, where everything is professionally cleaned before you move in. Poor Georgette, I'm not sure she can physically see well enough to clean. We had to put off moving the kitchen stuff until I could dismantle the refrigerator shelves/drawers and clean everything with bleach. I'm still working on cleaning all the kitchen cabinets and drawers, and putting in shelf paper. I always thought shelf paper was for little old ladies who live in little old houses, and there I was in Target yesterday trying to decide between the plain white, the textured or the daisy print. I just feel like these stained shelves will never get clean enough to put our dishes on!
Greg scrubbed the master bath/shower, and installed a new shower head. The shower doors are a whole different color now, and the shower head is a wonderful thing of joy. (Thanks to our friends Gretchen and Eddie, who gave us a Home Depot gift certificate!)
Plus the tile guys ripped out all the carpet, and just dragged it out to the curb in a giant pile of stained berber/stained padding/nail strips. The trash guys refused to pick it up, and the association people were -- nicely -- complaining about it. I don't blame them, it was a 4 ft pile of grossness. So late one afternoon Greg and I had to go out -- in the 93 degree heat -- and put it all into small tied-up bundles, so the trash guys would pick it up the next morning. It took forever, and was really freakin' hard work.
In the midst of all the packing and cleaning, I had to put my sweet kittie Zulie to sleep. It was terrible. I have had her since she was a kitten, for a little over 14 years. She was a sweet little cat who loved to sit curled up next to me on the couch -- not on my lap, just next to it -- and snore. She's been getting slower and more tired for a few years now. I remember when she could jump to the floor from the top of the refrigerator... She hasn't been able to get up there for years. I clipped a lock of her fur, I plan to put it into a memorial locket so I can wear her close to my heart.
I miss Zulie so much...