The start to the week was completely suboptimal. The new job was a non-issue, as the first day of any new job is typically a non-event. The commute, however, was a little brutal, and I'm going to have to figure out how to coexist with downtown again. Hopefully they'll be OK with me time-shifting my hours earlier, because that would be a serious lifestyle problem otherwise.
The chaos comes in the further delay of getting our stuff. Most annoying is the delay in the arrival of Diana's car, which now won't be here until the end of the week. They picked it up on Monday, September 19. You do the math. They originally assured us it would arrive today. While Diana's BFF has offered her car if Diana would shuttle her to work, it creates more chaos because we have to think about three kids and their seats and what not.
When we originally got quotes from the movers, Mayflower pegged a delivery date of today. Then last week, when the driver left, he was estimating Tuesday or Wednesday. Now we're looking at the end of the week for that as well. We can't live in our house, we can't get Simon's toys, we're just... transient. It sucks.
With a week and a half of general chaos, we're just done. I'm thankful that we have friends who are helping minimize the stress, but it's just hard to not have any sense of home. You'd think this would be easier than moving to Seattle, but it hasn't been. It probably doesn't help that, for me, I got to spend a couple of weeks so close to my family, in the nest, and I don't have that. Even this weekend, we'll be living in box city and I won't have it. Multiply every intense feeling times ten because there's a toddler completely out his element that is having a hard time.
I know, this will pass, and the net result is positive. I just need to get the bitching and moaning out. Really missing my friends in Seattle, and of course we haven't had time to see any of our friends here yet.