And My Arms Didn’t Even Fall Off. Surprisingly.
Posted By Kristabella on May 25, 2009
Oh how do I love long weekends, let me count the ways. One, two, three, seventeen.
It is amazing how just one extra day in a weekend makes me such a such a happy camper. I mean, can’t the rule just be four-day work weeks and three -day weekends for every weekend? I’d even go out on a limb and say I would even work longer in those four days just to get the extra day in the weekend. I’m not saying for sure, I’m just saying I would consider it. Think of all you could get done with one extra day per weekend! Think of all the TV to watch! Think of all the naps! THINK OF ALL THE WINE YOU COULD DRINK!
Take this weekend, for instance. I had ONE thing I had to do. Just one. I was so looking forward to this weekend because this was the first weekend in a long time where I didn’t have more planned than falling asleep on the couch in the middle of the day and catching up on my TiVo. All I had to do was go to my old apartment and clean it. I had THREE days to accomplish this. Easy peasy, lemon freezy.
Except, well, Saturday I didn’t do anything. And it was nice outside, but my couch and my TV were calling my name. So Sunday, was going to be cleaning day. Except as I was sitting on the couch, willing myself to have the desire to go clean, watching the Indy 500, my stepmom texted me and told me she was having a BBQ and did I want to come? So I said “OF COURSE! I need an excuse not to clean! Oh, and it will be nice to see you too.”
And I had a great time! The weather was beautiful, the beer was cold and the company was good.
Which meant I had to do everything at the apartment today. Because I stupidly told my apartment people that I would be out of the place this week. BECAUSE I AM NICE. And the person wants to move in a little early. So I figured that a few days isn’t worth fighting about. And I also figured that me being nice and agreeing to move out a week early = me not cleaning the apartment as well. SUCKAS!
So that’s what I did all day today. ALL. DAY. And in addition to cleaning, I also had a shit ton of trash to take down to the dumpster and about 17 bags full of clothes to take to Goodwill. All in all, I’m pretty sure I went up and down those stairs, those THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS, about 167 times. And every time, I was carrying something, usually somethings that were heavy because I wanted to make the fewest amount of trips possible.
But it’s done. For the most part. There is still a pile of things in the living room that I need to bring over to the condo. But after six hours of cleaning and schlepping, enough was enough. I was tired! And hungry! And whiney! And wanted to watch the season finale of Gossip Girl! (Speaking of, when was Dan in jail?)
So I’ll go by there tomorrow after work, when my arms feel even more like Jello, and schlep all that stuff back home. It’s only a few trips, so it doesn’t seem as daunting. Now. I’m sure tomorrow will be a different story.
But I will tell you that when I got to my condo, I rode up and down in the elevator for about 27 minutes straight. BECAUSE I COULD.
About the author
Long weekends are the quiet joy of my summer, especially considering weekends are the only time I see Alex and the only time I get to spend at home. Everyone has always said how great it would be to have a long weekend in June so that every summer month has a long weekend. Instead, the government gave us a long weekend in February. Thanks asshats.
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Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? Having a sense of accomplishment is highly over-rated.
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I spent Memorial Day weekend 5 years ago moving out of a 3rd floor walkup and had a very similar experience. Yuck. Thank goodness for the elevator in your new place!
-R-s last blog post..Falling Apart
Dan had that night out with Chuck Bass. Dan wound up punching that guy in the face so both he and Chuck got thrown in jail. They had a bonding moment. But then Chuck found out about Dan’s story about “Charlie Trout” and the bromance-in-the-making died.
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It’s official. After reading all of your whining, I’m declaring to Mr. A that we are never moving again.
slynnros last blog post..Weekend Update: Back from Seattle Edition
Walk-ups literally suck the life out of you. I remember moving out of a few in NYC and I was a crabby bitch for about six months afterwards. Good news – we’re going to be moving soon so now you can make fun of me and realize how far you have come. I’m dreading it!
I think it’s awesome that you made an effort to leave your old place in such good shape. A lot of people don’t take that responsibility. So pat yourself on the back and crack open the champagne – you’re DONE!
TUWABVBs last blog post..Memorial Day
bah. i had to go to work yesterday. it felt ALL kinds of wrong.
alis last blog post..I steal things from hot women. part deux.
The people who moved in the 2nd floor apartment of my building complained to the landlord that the windowsills were dirty. The windowsills! I mean the windows themselves are filthy (trust me, it’s not easy washing floor-to-ceiling windows) and they were painting the apartment & trim anyway so who cares what the windowsills look like.
You are reminding me why I NEVER WANT TO MOVE AGAIN.
You are also reminding me that I want to see photos of your new place…
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Why did you not hire a cleaning crew to do your old apt? Looking back on it, wouldn’t you now have happily paid $100 for someone to clean it for you?
This is why I refuse to move, even though it would be a really good idea. (See: mold, hallway-size and lack of dog.) (But I can still cook bacon in there, so it’s OK.)
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I’m with Regan. I mean, you’re friends with a published author who shouted you out in her BOOK. You really can’t be seen cleaning shit. It will ruin your street cred.
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I’m with Regan. I mean, you’re friends with a published author who shouted you out in her BOOK. You really can’t be seen cleaning shit. It will ruin your street cred.
Dude, this further goes to prove how much you and I are alike, and how, in some alternate reality, we should never be allowed to live together; we would never leave the couch unless forced.
Ehem. I thought we talked about enabling that apartment complex. 😉
At least there was beer involved in the weekend.
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I always pay someone to do clean my apartment for me. I am far too lazy and far too attached to my security deposit to do it myself. I know I would half ass it and not get my money back.
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Ugh….cleaning out the old apartment is the chore from HELL. It always seems like no big deal right up until you realize what PIG you were!! (or maybe that’s just me….)
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