4 hours sleep and still ticking....

Hey all, Haven't had any time to post or read blogs over the last couple of days cause its been crazy! My parents came down to get my "last load" (which is not really my last load because I have filled up my car twice and still have crap around here. Have you ever noticed that when you are moving after a while it gets to the point where you look around and think "oh wow, almost done just one more load"....and then when you are done with everything that will possibly fit into the car you come back in and find that your stuff has multiplied and you have more than you ever remember having? Well I do know this feeling because that is what I've been doing for the last 2 days. Yesterday started off slow. I was running really late and still had to call and arrange for all of the house stuff to be turned off. After the first phone call (of three) I realized there was no way I was going to be on time for work. I started looking around and realizing just how much work I had left to do so I called in to work and let them know that I couldn't make it in. I finished my phone calls (which took like an hour....geez SBC is slow) and put the notes I was taking in a safe place. Then I called my parents who were on their way down with some trash bags for me and the told me there weren't going to be there to load out until about 8 so I agreed to meet them at the freeway. While I was waiting for them I got the part that Walrus picked up for my car (thanks LeMorse)and was trying to put it on but there were no screws. After making a few calls I realized I was going to have to take the car to the dealer to get the parts. Luckily my parents were driving by there and my dad agreed to stop and talk to them (also check in on why I hadn't heard from the service department about the repairs they were supposed to make). I headed back to the house just in time to meet Christina who was sweet enough to come up early to help out when I told her that I wasn't going to work. We went inside and started to work. We boxed, and packed, and sorted, and joked (did you know generic duct tape from Big Lots smells like wet dog? WE learned that yesterday). Being the eternal optomists that we are we were deciding to go visit our friend Shawn that night at Karaoke when everything was out of the apartment. As it turns out this plan was doomed to failure because as we soon realized, I had more stuff left then I thought. We worked through the day (answering phone calls every 30 minutes or so) and at about 4 pm Walrus called to find out if we needed anything from WalMart. He was getting a money order for the rent and also said he would bring us some food. We both wanted a salad from Wendy's so we decided to take a break while waiting for him so that Christina could check on her jury duty online. Turns out she had to check again today after 11 so we spent some time surfing horoscopes and getting tarot readings online (mine were REALLY good, hers confirmed what she already knew :-() By this time it was 5:30 and the Walrus wasn't here. As I was going to call him he walked through the door. Turns out he got sent on a wild goose chase to the bank and then hit REALLY horrid traffic. We all sat down to eat and talk then we got back to work. We sorted, boxed, cleaned, etc and by the time my parents showed up we were pretty much ready. It didn't take long to find out that all my stuff wasn't going to fit in my parent's truck so I moved my car and started loading that as well. The tension was thick because my parents are understandably upset about the situation. I was SO expecting not to get out of this apartment without having the Sherrif called on us but as it turned out it was just really uncomfortable. I am very proud of my mother, I know how hard it was for her and while she was not the "pied piper of positivity" she respected my wishes and wasn't mean or cause a scene. After my parents left Christina and I finished loading my car and hers and then she helped Jaye get his car full and we all took off down to Stockton to unload. It was getting late and we were all tired (and Christina was understandably unhappy because she smelled like vinegar which spilled on her while she was moving the box). We went to our respective drop off points and agreed to meet at a local truck stop for coffee and desert on our way back to Sac. We made really good time (Cjristina and I had farther to go) and we only left the Walrus alone in the restaurant for 30-45 minutes. Walrus treated us to caffine and sugar and then we headed back. Unfortunately it took longer than we thought and we didn't get back until about 3 am. We still had more to do! Cjristina made me load my car again and we ALMOST got everything (turns out they found more stuff today...damn!) and then I collapsed on the couch and was out at about 4 am. Cjristina took the floor and we were up again at 7:30 (ok so I went back to sleep for an hour after Walrus took Cjristina and a load of stuff but I had to work today!) So with only about 4 hours of sleep total I made it to work only 10 minutes late and stayed all day (I didn't do half bad on my appointments today either!). On the way home I talked to Walrus and found out that there was good and bad news. Good news is we don't have to be out until the 2nd (saturday) because we didn't put our notice in soon enough (yay we have more time) the bad news is everything is scheduled to be turned off tomorrow and we have to pay 62 more dollars. Everything is coming together slowly but surely, and it is very depressing but I just live for the moment and work through it one emotion at a time. I know Walrus was upset yesterday about how different it is with him and my dad, and I talked to me dad about this. Other than the fact that I am his little girl and he hates what this is doing to me, he also feels a bit betrayed. He apparently in one of his conversations with the Walrus when we first started dating asked him "so what happens in 2-3 years when you get tired of my daughter? Are you just going to up and break her heart like everyone else?" Walrus apparently responded "oh no, this is different, Shanda is different." My dad has watched the changes in me over the past 2-3 years realizing that inevitably he was right. If you talk to my dad he can tell you how much he has hated watching this progression but my dad is one to let time tell and let you learn from your own mistakes. He knows that I am not blameless for my relationship problems and I think that the best chance for time to fix things for Walrus (like he hoped for on his blog) is for him to stick to what he plans and actually follow through with working on himself. I can not speak for my dad and say that he will ever forgive him, but I know that the only way he even has a chance is if he completely changes his ways.