Tales from the Tracks

I am calling this place my permanent home because, after two weeks of miserable moving, I have decided that I am never moving again.

The Ex and I purchased a brand new townhouse and arranged to be out of our old apartment by the middle of this month. We had budgeted money to hire movers, but somehow, in a fit of delirious stupidity, decided we could do it all ourselves. Before you think to yourself, “Okay, that’s sounds reasonable,” let me inform you that I am quite petite. And while I am strong for my size, there is a limit to how well a 5′2 female can carry couches up multiple flights of stairs.

My Ex is a good foot taller than I and he is naturally pretty strong. However, my Ex has recently been diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and tires very, very quickly. So of course, him moving all our furniture was a great idea, right? Clearly.

The end result of this fiasco was that I took a week off work and, after moving everything from our apartment to our new townhouse, both of us are too exhausted to unpack anything. (We had a fight this morning over who had to get up and take Gavin to school. I lost, but not before throwing my cell phone at my Ex’s sleeping body.) I am currently living in a sea of boxes and, if history is any indicator, it is how I plan to stay for quite some time.

Oh, and we’re supposed to be having Thanksgiving here tomorrow, despite the fact that our refridgerator was not delivered and we have no clue where our plates are. I am thinking to serve my guests pizza, which would admittedly be a very gourmet change from all the fast food burgers we’ve been eating lately. Seriously, I am beginning to think my Ex is filming a new version of Super-Size Me and just hasn’t told me.

Anyway, enough complaining. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I truly have a lot to be thankful for. More than anything, I am thankful for my precocious, loving son - who woke me up with kisses this morning - and my wonderful Ex, who must have the patience of a saint.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I am not in a good way today. I somehow managed to overdose on NyQuil two nights ago.

I was feeling sick and in need of some NyQuil goodness to soothe me to sleep. I called my Ex, who was out running errands with his mother. “Can you pick me up some NyQuil?” I asked. Since he wasn’t going to be back for a while, he told me to rummage around the house, as he thought there might be a few capsules lying around. Sure enough, I found two of them!

Since I didn’t have the box, I wasn’t sure what a normal dose was. (And usually, I take half a normal dose, since I am so small.) Of course, I did the rational thing and took both pills. Before long, I was passed out in bed.

Well, about an hour later, my Ex arrived home. Very thoughtfully, he had picked me up a bottle of NyQuil. He poured a healthy dose and brought it in to the bedroom for me. He coaxed me to a sitting position and handed me the cup. “Here you go,” he said proudly.

I was too out of it to realize I shouldn’t be taking more NyQuil and the room was too dark for my Ex to realize the state I was in. Suffice to say, I drank it.

I finally awoke at 3pm the following day, having completely missed work. My body ached. My eyelids were heavy. I felt severely hung over. I spent the remainder of yesterday in slow motion, barely able to perform basic functions like showering or eating.

Today, I am feeling mostly better, though a little jittery still. I’m not sure how long this stuff takes to work it’s way out of your system. Hopefully, it will be soon!

I’m still wiping the tears from my eyes right now. Everything from Obama’s grandmother casting her ballot and passing away just one day before Obama was elected President of the United States to my black friend telling his son that he could be President one day, too, has brought me to tears tonight. My Ex thinks I’m a sap, I’m sure, but I don’t care. It’s amazing!

Gavin has been running around the apartment all night shouting “Barack Obahhhhhma wins!” and is eagerly planning his “Barack Obama Party” for tomorrow (hey, I gotta find a way to bribe the kid to go to bed…!). I’ve been anxiously drinking wine, biting my nails as the results came in. But, in the end, they came in the right way.

It’s a wonderful and historic moment for our country and I’m so excited for what tomorrow brings!