Moving out blues
I hate moving. I'm sure most of you share this feeling. Its awful. Especially in 100+ degree weather. Thank goodness Joe's friend Matt didn't cancel on us. Without his help, I honestly dont think I could have turned in my old keys today. You see, my parents were supposed to come home from Colorado on Friday with the Harley trailer, move a couple of things, spend the night with Joe and I, then help us move the entire next day. But earlier that week we got word that Joe's mom's birthday party was on Sat. So I invited my parents to come. This made them change their plans. So they could attend the party, they decided they would drive home with the trailer first, then come on Sat. to help move and go to the party.
Did they do what was planned? no, Friday I get a call at around 530 from them, they are 50 miles from Norman and ready to get the things I borrowed from them at my apt. back and leave. So not only did Joe and I have to rush back to clear off the desk and clean out from under the bed for them to take both, but we also lost their help for the move on Saturday, and I had to APOLOGIZE to Joe's grandparents for my parents rudeness and cancel their attendence to the party.
My parents hurt my feelings in several ways. Putting me in the position to have to cancel for them the day before an event they obligated themselves to, and making me feel as though they had no desire to spend any time with Joe and I at all. Seeing as I haven't seen them pretty much at all since the wedding. They came by picked up their shit, took a restroom break in my bathroom, and left Joe and I in a daze standing on the sidewalk. WHAT COMPLETE AND UTTER JERKS! I DENY ANY AND ALL AFFILIATIONS TO THEM, ESPECIALLY A GENETIC BOND. I swear, the nerve of people.
So not only did we lose two people to our moving effort, but Joe's brother hurt his back at work and couldn't help either!
My husband is some sort of superman, I have no clue how he and Matt managed to get all of our stuff in our new place, like a big screen TV and two couches and a bed.
Did they do what was planned? no, Friday I get a call at around 530 from them, they are 50 miles from Norman and ready to get the things I borrowed from them at my apt. back and leave. So not only did Joe and I have to rush back to clear off the desk and clean out from under the bed for them to take both, but we also lost their help for the move on Saturday, and I had to APOLOGIZE to Joe's grandparents for my parents rudeness and cancel their attendence to the party.
My parents hurt my feelings in several ways. Putting me in the position to have to cancel for them the day before an event they obligated themselves to, and making me feel as though they had no desire to spend any time with Joe and I at all. Seeing as I haven't seen them pretty much at all since the wedding. They came by picked up their shit, took a restroom break in my bathroom, and left Joe and I in a daze standing on the sidewalk. WHAT COMPLETE AND UTTER JERKS! I DENY ANY AND ALL AFFILIATIONS TO THEM, ESPECIALLY A GENETIC BOND. I swear, the nerve of people.
So not only did we lose two people to our moving effort, but Joe's brother hurt his back at work and couldn't help either!
My husband is some sort of superman, I have no clue how he and Matt managed to get all of our stuff in our new place, like a big screen TV and two couches and a bed.
posted by Mel @ 8:16 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:40 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Yeah, I'm equally unsurprised by your parents, and once again, I freakin' live 5 minutes away, and would have jumped at the chance to help you move! You should have called!
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