Moving is such a hassle! Even when you are only moving next door to yourself. Our deadline is this Saturday and it is sandwiched in between concerts and rehearsals and general life-ness. I pulled something in my right elbow yesterday, I keep lifting things that are too heavy but if I don't this effort will never be finished. We still have SOOOO much to do. The biggest problem is that the new house has less places to stash things. More bedrooms but less storage and wall space. So we have the new house set up all pretty and non-cluttered and the old place is sitting there full of clutter. We have purged a good amount but more will have to go.
Today has been crazy. I had a morning rehearsal at the Fox Theatre so my Mom helped me out by taking Ara to the Children's Museum so I could be at rehearsal for at least the Debussy and Tan Dun Pieces. I left early, picked them up, did A's bank errand, picked up lunch, dropped off my Mom, and came home. Ara was in need of a bath but I cannot get the pilot lit on our water heater. I know nothing about water heaters and until today I have never even really looked at one. Ours is in an outside shed that is full of spider webs and other scary things. I read the instructions and turned the knob things and pushed the pilot lighter and sort of jabbed the lighter at the thing I thought looked like the ignition spot. It's amazing that such expertise did not produce results right? I WANT HOT WATER. So I put Ara's little bathtub out on the porch and she went "swimming" in it. Then I put her to bed and I was really looking forward to a little down time but it was not to be. Ara filled her diaper with poop then got out of bed and took off her diaper. After everything in her room had a nice coating of poop she called me in. So I spent the last hour re-bathing her, hand washing all her bedding, and scrubbing her rug and tile floor. I also got to call A's Mom to ask her if she would come to our house earlier. He called me from work twice to tell me to call her, his excuse was that he didn't have time to call her. So I got to be the bad guy and listen to her silence and sighs. Yes, she was THAT dramatic. You know I feel buried in life right now and I feel guilty that my brother, dad, and sister have taken the brunt of watching Ara until late 3 days this week. I just don't know who else to ask for help. But I DO need it. I had a dream that I was in labor and I had forgotten the phone number of the birth center and A wouldn't help me. He just sat at the computer. Actually in the dream he was talking to some girl on the computer but he doesn't do that in real life so I don't know why I would dream that. Anyway between moving and all the rehearsals I feel stressed and just in desperate need of someone to vent to and to lean on and to lift heavy things for me!
Saturday is tomorrow and the impossible task is looming.
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