Do you know this children’s song?Oh, the old gray mare She ain’t what she used to be Ain’t what she used to be The old gray mare She ain’t what she used to be Many long years ago.
Right here, right now, this is the story of my life. I am the old gray mare. I ain’t what I used to be, ain’t what I used to be, many long years ago.
Don’t say, “you’re only as old as you feel.” That phrase doesn’t help me at all. If this phrase is true, I feel about 90 years old right now. I’m sore, I’m tired, and my back is going to snap in half.
In case you’re wondering, moving sucks. Moving has always sucked. It hasn’t gotten better with age. Clearly I haven’t either.
I asked my husband last night, “why do we have to be cheap ass DIY-ers? Why are we doing all this work?” Ok, ok, frugal would have been a better word choice but it doesn’t convey the heartfelt message. I’ll work on my word choices AFTER I stop hobbling along like an old woman.
This could be my last move. I don’t think I have another one in me just for the energy required to make the shift.
Then again, you know with my track record I can’t honestly say that. Let’s look at what I would do differently with my next move…
- Hire movers
- Have the kids around to help – work and social outings should not be allowed during crunch time.
- Be in top physical condition, focusing on biceps, core and quads
- Schedule daily massage and chiropractic visits
- Get physical clearance from my doctor
- Get more sleep
- Ease up on the drinking and partying the weekend prior to the move.
- Eat healthy (the whole not cooking thing backfired on me this week. Restaurant food, whether gourmet or fast food, makes me feel bloated and stodgy.
- Don’t sell your washer and dryer earlier than planned. I’m typing this post from the laundromat. I’m bringing my closet full of skeletons with me to Spokane, but I will not travel with dirty laundry.
A good list but it would be easier to just stay put than to do all this just to move. Then again….
We’ve covered old, gray, nag – oh no, I’m the mare in this song, not a nag, I’m the nag at home I forgot.
Here’s the real bummer. We’re just getting started. I’m whining about loading boxes into a truck. 137 boxes. That’s it. We sold our furniture. I’m not even doing any heavy big furniture moving. We drop the boxes at Amtrak today to be shipped to Spokane. I did say we’re cheap right? My husband researched and discovered that shipping our boxes with Amtrak was far less expensive than any other shipping method. fascinating. We are driving 30 miles to Union Station to drop off the boxes, 30 miles home and then….we’re going to Disneyland!
My husband and I agree that we should rent wheelchairs and make the kids push us around all day. This old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be.