How things disappear…is BEYOND me….

 

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Moving Day has come and gone…..AND…unpacking is Complete……

Well, we finally took the plunge…..and…have our very own home…, so no horrendus bills hanging over our heads, And the fact that I have a mountain of sewing and 11 drafts in my blog box….to complete, WELL, …..my life is now ‘No Longer’ on hold and living amongst boxes….I can now resume my hobbies and interest without ever having to worry about packing another box…..

Time limit for handover was originally 5 – 6 weeks, then it went to 8 and then 10-11 weeks…. I seriously do not know why it takes longer than 6-8 weeks for a sale to go through ALL departments.

My stress level was at 90%, my fibro not far behind…….and combined…does not make a good cocktail. Not to mention the onset of S.A.D. with this wonderful weather.

The LAST DAY approached, all that was left to do was clean the kitchen and wash the floor, put the last box in the car and lock the door for good….’bye old house, you served us well’ ……………….

The whole move was really stress free as I had started packing boxes, a room a night, 2 months before the ‘due’ date to move, so I was well prepared. Not ONE argument with Gary from 1st Box Packed in the old house to the Last Box Unpacked in our new house…

My only stress was My Devil inside…my fibro gremlin…..Thank goodness for ‘quiet life’, doesn’t take away the pain, but keeps you in a very calm state and this helps avoid fibro verbal explosions for no reason at all…..at anyone in the vicinity…

The Dissappearing Glasses ……

as I mentioned, I started packing months before….so time span between when and where my glasses dissappeared ….only the fairies will ever know the truth.  Gary said that I had probably packed them, which I thought was ridiculous, why would I do that?  He then said ‘maybe they fell in a box, you didn’t see them and packed something ontop of them’ …… WELL, I Certainly was not going to unpack every single box just to repack, all for  a pair of glasses…SOD THAT…so I was basically ‘seeing’ BUT not ‘seeing’…..ROFL…everything was a wee bit of blur vision…..’Sober blur vision’, I might add..

Moving day, and the lads arrive to help, once all the garden ….and I mean the whole garden, pots, plants, tunnel, (We ran our business from home) were loaded…..the dogs box was supposed to be next. On moving it, one of the lads bent down, and covered with green algea and ‘mind your own business’ (peace in the home / baby tears / ground cover  call it what you like), was a pair of purple frame spectacles, ….it was rather a ‘spectacle’ moment……funny ……

Gary called me over, holding a pair of green-covered ???….

‘I THINK!, these are your Glasses’ …..’How the bloody hell did they get there?’ I asked…… ‘Well’, he said…. ‘You were probably pissed one night, looked or hung out the bedroom window and they fell off and you didn’t even realise’.  Well everyone cracked up…. I just retrieved my glasses and went and gave them a good wash in bleach.

Glasses safe again……….BUT i CANNOT Remember every having glasses on when looking out the window, AND if I was pissed, WHY would I have them on????……The only glasses needed to get pissed with, are ones that have liquid in them!!!!!……

REWIND TO LAST DAY……

Pops is  knocking the door, first thing…( he rang the night before, to say see you at 10am tomorrow, But was knocking at 8am) to load some very big mirrors in his car, Gary running around rooms, making sure everything is clean and all boxes have been rehomed….Me….

I’m on hands and knees in the kitchen, giving the cupboards and white goods, a once last over clean…  Pops, in the door…’I think your being a bit anal now, bit OCD’….

Yes pops you hit it on the head….OCD, my middle name…

‘It’s clean enough to me’ he says, ‘ if the landlord has a winge about out, they will be dealing with me……

‘Last turn of the front door key, …………….Bye Bye house’…..

About an hr after sitting in our new house with a nice cuppa tea, I realised my glasses were missing….again.

Now the last time I saw them was, washing them in bleach, drying them off and putting them on the mantle piece..in the old house….

‘Babe, you haven’t seen my glasses have you?’ …..THE GLARE…….’YOU just had them, are they in the van?’

‘No’  ..   ‘I am sure I put them on the mantle piece when I was washing the kitchen floor, but pops was rushing me to finish up, So, ….. I think I might Have left them there’…

SILENCE…..

‘babe you know what pops is like!’……..

So, my hero, gets in the van, drives 20 mins back to the old house to retrieve my glasses….

40 mins later…..He arrives…..with NO GLASSES…

‘I looked in EVERY room, they are NOT there’….

‘sorry babe, really thought they were there, pops scrambled my brain…but thanks for going back to look for them’..

Chilled out, no argument, no stress……

2 Days Later…….Gary    ‘babe, popping down to the shop, want to come for a ride?’

‘Yes please, give me 2 secs, just grabbing a coat’

Shopping done, standing in the que for the till….hand in pocket for a tissue……WTF…..AND MAGICALLY,

SHE PULLS OUT A PAIR OF PURPLE FRAMED GLASSES…….well that was it.

Gary wasn’t mad, he wasn’t cross, I think he was totally bewildered, he was actually speechless for a whole of 2 seconds…..THERE IS A 1st…..and then….

‘What a twat’ came out his mouth….the people in the shop just looked at him…..mouth open,,eyes wide…they dont know the history or humour behind it all…LOL…

I cracked up……Thankyou Fibro gremlin for making me look like a total idiot…….

But he loves me and understands my condition……many people don’t have the support and understanding of this horrible horrible fibro……..

So happy ending, new home, and my glasses are still at hand and hardly disappear now………JUST

Fibromyalgia is not an illness in some ones head……it affects them in EVERY SENCE AND EVERY PART OF THEIR LIVING DAILY LIFE AND EXPERIENCE…….yes it’s funny at times, even I take the piss out of myself and so does Gary, which is ok BECAUSE he understands me and my gremlin….

But at the end of the day…you have to deal with each day and each hour as it comes……

you have to laugh and you have to giggle,

even if it’s at yourself or your own expense……..JUST LAUGH..x

 

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  1. 3C Style says:

    Gosh, you sound just like me! Great read.

    Liked by 1 person

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