Well, Mike got the second choice job. We're losing the house. We have a rental near where his new job is and we're finishing moving there this weekend.

It's hard being between two houses. I have two pans, several bowls, all of my silverware except a can opener, and all of my stoneware, my everyday plates, and paper products. I have the pestle, but not the mortar. I have no pantry except for cake mixes.

I ate some leftover Chinese food and got food poisoning because I didn't want to waste anything in the fridge. I'm still paying somewhat today, but at least the belching weird fumes has stopped and the wondering if that's really a fart has let up. I know that's TMI, but hey, that's food poisoning.

My desk is a plastic table with a huge stain on it that has a homemade tablecloth on it. Everything left to move to here is pretty much in the garage of the other house. There are corners to finish packing, so tomorrow night, we leave to go to the halfway point, so we can get home before noon and snag the truck for the one-way run.

I have also set up an appointment with my doctor to say good bye and to see what the hell to do about my arthritis because this shit of not being able to move is sucking some serious doody. My mom said her arthritis got severe with stress. I can't imagine why she thinks I'm stressed...moving 2 special needs kids across a huge state, setting up their schools, setting up utilities, unpacking boxes, keeping everyone normal...no...that's not stressful. ;p