Kay
Does your contract with the other agency/apartment company state you
will have keys on Aug. 1st. Or do you not even have an contract.

If it does, tell her they can be responsible for the fee of $100 a day,
or the cat fees all the way around.

Ask which one she wants to pay.

Donna :hug::grouphug:

that is a very good point

Moving should be easier than this
 

I really hope that you hear good news from her before Thursday.
My read on what she said is that she cannot 100% percent promise to have it ready but
does intend to have it ready for you by the 28. You did great making yourself clear and stressing the imperative.

But what do I know.



Wear
your lucky underwear. :winky:

M

We haven't signed a lease for the new apartment yet, so we really can't hold their feet to the fire. We are very good applicants/prospective tenants tho, so one would think that they would want to do their best to deliver the apartment on time...

I called my brother-in-law yesterday, and he said he would do his best to help us with the move no matter what situation we find ourselves in. He said he may even be able to deliver more warm bodies to help. I will call him as soon as I know our moving date so we can come up with a plan. His help will not solve ALL our problems if we can't move in until Aug.1st or after, but he is always so reassuring... what a big relief... I love him to death :)

Yesterday packing really was a good distraction, and being able to take more Klonopin helped. I've half managed to convince myself that we'll be able to move in by August 1st. I don't want to consider the possibility that we won't be able to- unless I'm confronted with it with certainty.

I've managed to do a good deal of packing and sorting, and I've been through 2/3 closets. I had 4 big bags of garbage that I managed to get my husband to throw out last night in exchange for a ride to the liquor store :)


In 2015 I was on A LOT of med for MS symptoms. I take 300mg of gabapentin as a mood stabilizer now, but back then I was on 600/1200/1200mg for dysthesias. I was on the Baclofen, and also Zanaflex, for spasticty. All that **** is sedating, and when I started on heavier psych meds, I made the decision that I would rather be in pain than be a ****ing zombie, and I didn't want to be on so many meds that act on the brain because maybe they were why it was so hard to stabilize my BP. The gabapentin was easy to let go of because it wasn't working anymore (I obviously had to do a slow taper tho).

For a long time, the big dose of Seroquel I take at night put me out, and I wasn't waking up as often with the spasms in my legs, but that's no longer the case, and it's increasingly become a problem. I experience spasticity during the day, and that's getting worse, too. Eventually I'll have no choice but to start taking the Baclofen during the day because the spasticity has been making walking more difficult than I'm used to, and more painful.

Oh kay I hate to hear that you are in more pain:(
(((((HUGS)))))
bizi

I'm not doing myself any favors by being as active as I have been. It just makes everything worse :o

It's really too early to pack our clothes, but I've pulled out everything I'm donating, and managed to get my husband to make decisions about the clothing in his dresser. He had a lot of work clothes, too many, some he had never even worn, so some of that had to go. We still have to get through his side of the closet tho. We already have 3 full lawn and leaf bags full of clothes for donation.

He had a big blue Sterilite bucket and a couple of bags filled with cables and wires (RIDICULOUS), and I made him sit down and go through them. He was not a happy camper at all, but he threw most of that crap out, and now there's only one bag of it :)
He still needs to go through a trunk with various crap in it, but I'm not pushing that issue yet. I already feel like we're filming an episode of "Hoarders" and I can't expect him to go at my pace, since he has a hard time letting things go.

I think I've reached the point where I've packed everything I can pack right now. I can probably go through the apartment throwing some **** out, and can do some cleaning, but there's a bunch of **** in my cleaning path now. And, unfortunately, there are more large items that my husband will need to throw in the dumpster...

He told me that he would take apart the furniture this weekend so it would be easier to throw out. Surprise, surprise, HE DID NOT. I told him last night I was going to TRY to do it myself today because I was ****ING SICK OF WAITING. He told me he'd bring his drill in today after work to do it... what are the odds of that happening? If he doesn't, I swear I will pitch a ****ING FIT!!!

Heavy sigh about your husband.....:mad:
((((HUGS)))))
bizi

Kay,
You must be physically and mentally exhausted. I have considered moving and when I think we might be getting a bit serious; I panic. You really have accomplished much in spite of your condition. Hopefully you didn't have to "pitch a fit" today....

Gerry

I did laundry and a couple of random things around here yesterday, but my body needed a break, so I intended on relaxing for the rest of the day. The problem is the apartment is like a construction site, and I was getting claustrophobic and antsy. I went out for a bit to Target, where I bought more cleaning products... we're going to need a separate U-Haul truck for all of them.

I called in the afternoon to remind my husband not to forget to bring his drill in when he got home. I had been up since 4am, and needed a nap BADLY, but I didn't lay down to take one because I KNEW if I did, he would use it an excuse NOT to take apart the furniture. He got home around 3, and once he sat down to deal with the furniture, it only took him 1/2 hour to take apart a full-sized book shelf and two media cabinets. When he was done, I gave him a kiss, thanked him profusely (I figured some positive reinforcement couldn't hurt), and was off to take my nap :)

But now there's a big pile of wood in the living room, and he didn't take any of it out this morning because he was "running late"... so getting him to take the boards out will be the new battle. There are some lighter pieces that I'm going to put in a black trash bag and throw out myself...
I'm also going to put the clothes for donation in smaller trash bags so I can carry them out to my car...
I need him to focus on getting rid of the big things (and there are A LOT of them now). I can't let him get distracted by the little things that he would rather deal with because they are easier, and he's lazy.

I rewrote my "moving-soon list" yet again, and am going to try to focus on some of the smaller things for the time being. I can't even get to some of the bigger stuff right now anyway. I had to buy a new notebook because I ran out of paper writing and rewriting all my lists.

I kept hoping all day yesterday that I would get a call from the assistant manager at the new place with GOOD news. I can't help it... waiting until Thursday is going to ****ing kill me.