Moving Update - What a fucking disaster....

I'm not sure how two people who have moved as often as we have can fuck up this badly, but this has been the Epic Fail of moves, I kid you not.  (For those of you looking to skip the drama and go straight to the result, scroll down to the paragraph in bold.)

We were mostly ready when the movers got to our house last Friday, because Daddy had planned to just have them move the furniture and things that were too heavy or cumbersome for us to move on our own, because their hourly rates are just ridiculous. But now we have vowed that next time, no matter how much it costs, we are having them move EVERYTHING and never doing this to ourselves ever again just to save money.

The movers came on Friday.  It took 3 men two trips in the moving truck to get all the things we definitely needed them to move.  $1200.00 later, we still had a ton of stuff to move ourselves (all of our boxes and small things like chairs/tvs/computers/bicycles/all our clothes/dishes/kitchen equipment etc). And the kicker?!? Daddy threw his back out helping them move his monstrous hydraulic workstation up the stairs to his home office, and was (and still is) in a lot of pain. :(  

So Saturday morning we had a small moving truck reserved for 24hrs to finish the move, but he was in so much pain that he could barely get out of bed.  Luckily I still had some pretty strong pain pills left over from my wrist surgeries, so he has been living on them and full sugar coke all week.  He managed to do as much as he could on Saturday but that broke him completely, and so I had to scramble around and hire a man with a truck service on Monday to help me move the rest on my own (because I'm a lightweight so I can't lift much). 

Then the cleaning process started. By Wednesday at 3pm, we FINALLY were vacated from our old house, turned in the keys and had the rental agent sign off on returning our deposit.  It took from Friday until Wednesday.  And that's just to empty the old house.  Our new house is a complete disaster, and our garage literally looks like this photo.  I can't find anything,  everything that got dumped in the garage and still needs to go upstairs and I am just exhausted.  Daddy is still unable to get out of bed in the morning without taking my long-acting Tramal (aka morphine), and even then he's got limited movement, he can still use his upper body strength thank God, but he can't bend or twist or anything like that without severe agony.

I feel like a moron for thinking we'd be moved in over the weekend and I'd be back to work this week.  I barely have my computer plugged in and there is no way I can record in here until I've had time to construct soundproof panels for the enormous windows (I managed to buy the wood panels at the hardware store and have them custom cut to size yesterday but there is a lot of DIY to do in order to finish them off and mount them in the windows). But my studio has to take a backseat to getting more important stuff done - for example, we're all still sleeping on mattresses on the floor because beds aren't assembled, drawers for our dressers are stacked taller than me in the garage while our dressers sit empty in our bedrooms mocking us, everything from the kitchen is still boxed, I've managed to find the silverware and some plates to eat our takeaways on, but that's about it. 

Oh, and the icing on the cake?  Today I was picking up the kids from their mom's and driving them back to our house, sitting in traffic when the car in front of me shifted into reverse and just backed into Daddy's SUV.  He didn't speak any English, and all I could get from them was a photo of his drivers license and a photo of the license plate, so now we have to pay the deductible for the repairs and hope they can find the guy and get his insurance to cover it and refund us later.  I'm beginning to think I'm cursed. :(

So, long sob story short, I may not be releasing anything before we leave the country next week.  I am going to try my damnedest to do at least one recording, and I'd like for it to be Episode 10 of Lesbian Cock Addict, because I know that tier has the most members of all of the Original Series. We'll just have to pick up with Episode 10 of the other 3 series when I get back in November.  

I've worked myself into a tizzy trying to figure out a way to do more for my Patrons before I go away, but with much guilt, I am admitting defeat at this point. I am at the end of my rope and unravelling at the seams more and more every day. I spent most of yesterday thinking maybe we should scrap vacation and just stay home and get the house sorted and get back to work.  If it were just me, I think I might... but I know Daddy needs this vacation, and the kids would be crushed if we yanked away their trip to Orlando from them. 

And don't even get me started on the neighbour right next door to my recording studio who decided to excavate his entire backyard, put in a new deck and drainage system... the workers who showed up on Friday say that they will be working there for at least 3 1/2 weeks.  Good thing I'm going to be gone for most of that because there is no way I could record with all this racket going on anyway.  

Halp!