Man oh man, my house is such a mess.
I just talked to my landlord and asked her about renting the place out to the next tenant. The deal back in September was: I give her a month's notice, she's ok with it. Of course, now she's not ok with it because she's not around for the rest of this month, so how can she find somebody for next month? Mainly because I want to both avoid paying another month's rent AND I would like to get my security deposit back by January 31st, I suggested I handle the visits and she can deal with signing the papers on February 2nd or 3rd. This deal worked out well -- we will end our contract in good terms and I will also get out of extra rent.
So today I had to prepare some pics to show my apartment, and it's just ridiculous. I've never felt so pathetic. Just doing my very best to even make the place visible was quite a task, as my own stuff crowded throughout the rooms. For the time being, all of my crap is everywhere and in piles and piles on the floor. The Boy's crap hasn't even budged.
I have to start getting on the move in a serious way, but I also have exams next week (again) and have tons of stuff to do for my job. Naturally, this is when my professor schedules a 3-hour make-up session for a missed class. It's also when I opted to go to the three-hour get-to-know-the-hospital meeting at the birthing center.
I had thought I would move little by little into the new place, but now I'm seeing that might not work. How does one carry a 7-foot plant and a stereo system through the metro? In the end, I am most likely going to rent a small van in a week or two in order to make the new homeowner's (or renter's, in my case) pilgrimmage to Ikea. And as long as I'm renting the van for such an outing, I might as well use it for moving. Or for directing other people while they move things for me.
Remember? I'm not supposed to lift more than 20 lbs. ::: bats eyelashes :::
THAT, by the way, is such a joke. I carry that much every time I come back from the grocery store. However, apparently Monoprix (and maybe others) offer free delivery to pregnant women, so as soon as I don't feel like they're eyeing me suspiciously at the delivery services counter, I'm going to start taking advantage of that. I'm also considering getting my groceries online occasionally. This feels weird -- even to me -- but I figure it's a good plan for things like milk and water.
So anyway, yes. It will be complete chaos around here until van rental day. I'm usually a bit of a neatfreak, but I have just completely given up. It's sort of depressing me and I might have to break down and clean. But how?
Hey, don't know if it's the same in Paris, but at least here, the van rentals go up by leaps and bounds on the weekends - if you want the advertised rate of 19.99�/day, they recommend renting during the week.
Yeah, it's 29 euros/day on the weekend. But I don't have a choice because The Boy is going to go to Ikea with me (and do the heavy lifting) and he can only go on weekends... I'd much rather go on an idle Tuesday, but so be it.
You are always so busy! I hope you get settled soon. You're making me tired just reading about all of this.
You may want to think about medidation (or medication) that is a busy life you are leading.
By the way, I finish "We Need To Talk About Kevin" and immediately went into therapy. That book stays with you, doesn't it