Moving Ordeals

Yeah here it is. The moving blog. Yes, that dreaded moving blog.

My mother graciously (not really, I had to beg her practically) took the kids overnight on Friday so we could pack up the rest of the last minute items.

We moved the BF on Friday night. He only had a few big things, and some boxes. So we were able to load up my SUV, his car and his moms van. We hefted them all up the three flights of stairs.

By the way, whoever invented SOLID WOOD dressers needs to be smacked in the face. Repeatedly. Those things are heavy. Elephants are lighter. Seriously, my back just spasmed thinking of that. OW

So Friday, we received our new furniture. Couch, love seat and coffee table. They are so pretty and comfortable!!

Then came Saturday.... Oh it sucked. We had help lined up but most of them cancelled. Seriously folks... I have not moved in two years. You would think that me cashing in all the favors of the last two years in one day would be awesome. But nope. I had one person show up besides the BF's family. So we hefted out pretty much everything out of my apt. It took about three hours to empty it. Then we had to unload it... 3.5 hours later... Yeah it sucked. Third floors suck.

I pulled something in my back(lower back as well as where my bra sits).  It was mildly stiff on Saturday night. Thought nothing of it. Then Sunday. Oh man... For those of you who have shoved out children naturally, God love ya. Seriously. The utmost respect comes from this gal to you. I was in tears walking around Target and Menard's. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. It hurt to think about moving.

Finally, around 7pm, I decide that going swimming might help. Yeah, go me for picking the dumbest thing ever. Two kids under 5, two adults and that means soreness. I was a miserable wreck...

Monday was worse. I could barely sit at work. I went home early just to try and get some rest but nope... Birthday at Chuckie Cheese. Sucky suckiness. I groaned every time I had to move even the slightest.

Tuesday started out good. I felt better but as the day progressed, I felt like death. I was having issues taking a full breath, which only made me panic more and not be able to breathe. It sucked. I was tolerating pain well until trying to sleep... 11pm came and I broke down and took a Vicodin. Seriously, a godsend.

Wednesday, and I feel OK. It hurts, but less. I am paying someone to move me next time. Yes, I do not care how much it costs. But it will be worth it.

XOXOX Blog Peeps