The family that moves together…

We’re all moving.  With The Boy starting at the main campus of his university in Sept, he will be joining The Girl as she completes her final year of her undergraduate program.  They will be sharing a two bedroom apartment*.  The Boy is still camping in the great north, and The Girl is finishing up final exams for the summer term.

She will be moving to the new place Saturday.  The Boy will move late next week.  i am moving on Monday.  This is getting really fucking old…  But onward…

The Girl coordinated the Saturday morning move with her father – whose hands are needed since her brother skipped the country** – and he will be meeting us at her apartment.  Today, The Girl mentioned that he is a bit vexed – in a “damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t situation” with his live-in girlfriend

Seems she is annoyed that he and i will be working this together.  She couldn’t decide whether it would drive her more batty to be there, and have to meet me face to face, or not be there, and apparently worry that i’m going to steal him back***.  He even politely offered to handle it without me, to allow me to deal with my own move.  Nice of him, but i’d promised to help her move.  i’m helping her move.

The Girl and i are both in agreement – “WHATEVER! This ain’t high drama, it’s moving shit!”  More hands are better, and it’s nice that she wants to help, and i’ll be polite and keep my breastages under wraps and all that…  Sheesh…  But it does present a bit of extra burden for The Girl.

The Girl:  I’ll have to go to the apartment tomorrow night and clean things up if she’s going to be there…

daisyfae:  yeah, probably a good idea.

The Girl:  I mean, you and Dad already know i’m disgusting…****

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* Yes.  i’m an evil mother.  Getting naked in public, posting my partson the interweb, and all of the other annoying things i’ve done has certainly toughened them up.  forcing them to live together during a year of college should finish the job, and make them numb to life’s twists and bumps… or send them into perma-therapy.

** Not to avoid moving us both.  He’d scheduled this long before we’d planned moves… but his timing in the avoidance of manual labor is impeccable, and he is truly destined for an executive vice presidential position somewhere…

*** “honey, if i’d wanted to hang onto him, you’d still be living under a rock, barking at neighborly rodents.  oh yes i did…. beyatch….”

**** not really “disgusting”, she simply has a high threshold for dishes piled in the sink… we’ve all been there. 

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12 thoughts on “The family that moves together…

  1. She’s not disgusting, she’s just saving the precious resource, water, by not washing them until she has a full load. My house, on the other hand…Well actually, I did get the dishes done. Now to sweep and vacuum.

  2. are you sure all these moving stories aren’t just some elaborate cover up for you having to flee from the Feds? i told you that gun running business would backfire on you…

  3. I’m trying to imagine living with my sister during those formative university years. Hummm. Nope, I can’t even imagine it.

    You should be flattered that you are seen as a threat by new girl. That means you’ve still got it goin’ on.

  4. My younger brother moved to Iowa City while I was still in school. We did not live together though he hinted around at it after he was done serving his time in the half-way house. He was still dealing drugs then and using and playing gigolo with willing sorority girls. It just wouldn’t have worked.

    You know, the girlfriend is probably not THAT bad. It’s not easy to be second and grown children – while they can be polite and all – are still children in some ways. But it sounds like she needs instruction, so having her around for the move is probably a good idea.

    The boy impresses me more and more.

  5. I’m just abandoning everything at my old house and buying all new shit for my condo. My brother compares me to the aliens in ‘Independence Day’, because they ruin one planet and move on to the next one.

  6. the one and only time I lived with my brother after we both left home was when he stayed with me for four months and became a born again christian. those two things are entirely unrelated.

  7. silverstar – yes, that’s it! she’s ecologically friendly and very efficient! right… and she is doing her part for science as well, by culturing all that cool green stuff!

    rob – thanks for the correction… and yes, it does sound a bit racist. i thought the cities in Canada are highly multi-cultural, but am guessing that the more remote regions are pretty white…

    alex – a bit of both, if you ask me! his “reward” was a 3 hour detainment at the US Border as he returned from Canada yesterday afternoon. No butt probe, but some tweaks and a pat down…

    dolce – packers came yesterday. no, not packers. everything in my home is neatly parked in carefully labeled boxes. including my shoes. which means i’ll be moving The Girl today in a pair of flip flops, risking my toes yet again… i’ve already got a blood blister the size of Iowa on one toe…

    gnu – Shhhhh….. It’s really the witness protection thing going on. We figure that if all of us are moving around like pawns on a magnetic chessboard, we’ll confuse “the men in black” and stay safe. For a little while longer…. ONOES! The black helicopters!

    unbearable banishment – i hope it works out well. it will certainly encourage my daughter to finish up (she’s in the last year of a 5 year program…). suspect it has nothing to do with “me”, but more about her insecurities… hoping that meeting her under very non-threatening conditions helps her get some of that behind her!

    annie – Yikes! Good that you didn’t share space with him… And yes, i’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt. i really do want him to be happy, am delighted he found someone to share his life with so soon after we split. and will resist the urge to tweak her – because she apparently has a very different sense of humor than the kids and i…

    uncle keith – as i sit in my living room, in the early morning light, looking at boxes upon boxes and bare walls and a very confused dog wanders about between the stacks? i declare you a GENIUS! leaving the house furnished would have been a good plan… your new digs look fantastic, and deserve a fresh start! can’t wait to see the “after” pics…

    nm – um… right… can’t really envision that happening in this case. whoa…

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