Week 5: The Sound and the Fury

Oh, dudes.  Peeps.

I have been trying to think of funny ways to describe the pain that has been this week, but they elude me.  Pain is just...pain.  And this week has been chock full of it.

My work has been awesome to let me work from home the past two Fridays in order to be here for contractors who are fixing this and that.  And today, even after a three day work-fest, I begged off work at noon.  There's just too much stuff to do before it goes hot tomorrow.

So I have been emailing for work and jumping up to clean windows and baseboards, etc.  We are at the point that whatever happens to be left in the basement or garage is just going in a box and that's that.  We'll deal with it in Denver.

I was thinking as I worked this afternoon about how stressed I am - this is not anxiety or depression or those other serious emotions - this is simply and totally stress.  Day before finals stress.  Day before The Big Event stress.  I'm in the state in which intellectually I realize that I am standing inches away from the finish line, but emotionally I just can't see it.  And not being able to see that line makes me feel like I'm miles and miles away from it, and I lose focus and dwell on the cloud of stress that envelopes me.

In the midst of the cleaning fury, I thought - but this is where God gets to be God.  This is where my prayer life and my very relationship with my Creator gets to hum.

I had this moment of realizing that it was Him who led us to this house and it was Him who led us to the Denver opportunity.  This is not accidental and I am not alone.  He really does have this and I really do need to let it go - and yet still work my butt off in preparation.  I need to do the work and let it be.  Stressing over it accomplishes nothing.

I pray that not only do we find renters - and quickly - but that the right people are led to this house.  I pray that we find people who don't just want a house, but who want this one for their family.  I pray that this work that has been so hard in so many ways won't be in vain.  And I know it won't be, but still I pray.  And then I pray that He leads us to the right place in CO, but that's for another day.

And with that, here is a recap of Week 5 of The Move Prep:

*We had the back deck power washed and stained.

*The utility company marked the yard for the sign - and the realtor put it up yesterday.

*Packing, packing, packing.

*G said, "Wow.  Having the Olympics on is so motivating.  I'm going to get some ice cream - want any?"

*B replaced herself at work - and here's the kicker - she hired not one BUT TWO replacements!  Mwahahaha, she is indeed the master.

*Staged all rooms in entire house for showing - once and for all, so help us God.

*B said to G, "These rooms have now been staged.  Do not contaminate them with your presence."

*Remembered that we have crap stored in the attic.  Cursed and cleaned it out as well.

*Plumbers replaced some faucets and double checked our pipes and water systems.

*Plumbers do not work for free.  Nor do they accept old lady rabbits for payment. 

*Made yet another trip to goodwill.

*Made yet another trip to the Uhaul store for packing supplies.  Their eyes turn to dollar signs when they see us pull up.

*B spent the last three days literally on hands and knees, scrubbing the entire house.

*G disappeared into the basement.  B had to follow the blue cloud of cuss words to find him.

*B said, "Ryan Lochte sure can swim.  But how well can he wrap Irish pottery?  As well as I can?  I DON'T THINK SO."

*We have managed to avoid divorce.  Of course the house is not rented yet.

Again I implore you to cross your fingers for us, as tomorrow we move into the wash-every-dish-after-you-use it stage.  The get-out-of-your-house-so-strangers-can-roam-around-in-it stage.