Well, I am not completely surprised with myself for not completing my PCS countdown. PCS for those who speak in real words, I believe, means Permanent Change of Station. However, we all know that ‘permanent’ is used rather loosely.
But it is now Friday, and we move on MONDAY! The children are nestled away in Orlando with my parents, visiting a very awesome
Our DITY ( Do-it-yourself) move is near completion, and I must say that as I watched the movers pack our neighbors house in less than 10 hours I was actually happy with our decision to move ourselves. Mainly because we will get a nice little check when we arrive in our new place… or within 90 days; but also because a good day’s work is good for the soul.
I would not say that statement if I was having to watch/entertain/feed my children during this process.
I completely cleared both kids rooms, as well as the kitchen. And I mean CLEARED ( short of A’s heavy stuff I couldn’t handle on stairs), including the carrying of her double mattress and box spring by myself. Very noticeable accomplishments are so rare in my stay-at-home-mom life that I have gotten great satisfaction from tackling this (albeit large) task of moving across country.
The movers from next door kept telling me what an awesome wife I am, and how G really lucked out. Me being willing to work and all. They also said, you must not be a Southern girl, cause you know how to work. HA! I am not a Southern girl, so that made me smile a bit…but seemed dangerous to say in Georgia ( no laziness implied to any Southern girls, it made me smile merely because they guessed correctly, even saying they thought I had “some NYC in me”…which I do).
And while I do consider the neighbors movers my new best friends, I have to say I was annoyed by the statements.
Why shouldn’t I be carrying things into a truck? Why wouldn’t I attempt to get as much done as possible? Is this not my home and my stuff? Do I need to wait for my big, strong man to come home and take charge? Some may say I am just a bit touchy when it comes to gender politics, but I hardly think a woman should be praised for lifting Rubbermaid bins during a move.
But I chose to laugh it off, because these men work on Army posts all day. It is “PCS season” in the Army (and maybe other branches) so every cul-de-sac is jam-packed with moving vans and U-haul trucks. And if they haven’t realized it yet, they will soon realize that military wives are not-at-all-incapable of doing “mans work”. And lifting heavy objects and sweating are ridiculously easy when compared to raising two children for months at a time single-handedly. In my opinion.
But again, they are my new best friends and we worked through our differences carrying big boxes and laughing about how the youngest movers girlfriend kept calling him every 3 minutes.
Rant aside, I am pretty pleased with our progress and feel we will be resting
comfortably Sunday evening on our full-sized air mattress. I have no desire to revisit the days of sleeping on a full-sized mattress, I think King-sized mattresses should be required by law when you sign your marriage license. Again, my opinion.
In other news…. I simply am not happy with my blog appearance. So I keep changing little things, but I feel a big change coming ( G made the logo above).
I also am getting rid of some of my clothes, as they are now getting too big. Woot! I am still pressing on with dieting (moving is not making this easy), and am hoping I will be zipping up those pre-both-babies jeans around Christmas time. Problem is… all I have been doing is holding cute babies lately… danger.