So we got the move more or less complete, a few outside items still have to be grabbed at the old house.  The new house is complete chaos, nothing is where it should be, no order, no sense of standard operating procedure, just stuff everywhere.

My fuse has been extremely short as of late, not being able to get everything where it should be, little tasks becoming big ones and the children acting up ( or just being themselves) has put me in a bad state, a state I don’t like being in, the bad guy, the angry guy, not able to enjoy even the simplest of things.

I hated Thanksgiving, it was a wasted day, so much work could have been accomplished but instead had to do the big sit down dinner that lasts all day, I fumed most of the day over not getting any work accomplished, but that feels like most days now.

My Bride and I have to divide jobs, someone has to watch the kids so the other person can go to the old house to get loads, clear stuff out etc. I can’t lift and carry heavy stuff so most of the time I watch the kids while my wife does the heavy lifting, and that kills me from a masculine perspective.  Then to make matters worse when I try to a simple task around the new house, like hang a shelf, it doesn’t go as it simple as it should and I fly off the handle. Not good, it only adds to my already constant boil under the surface which also lowers my tolerance towards the kids who bear the brunt of my wrath then.

We had help with the “major move”, not as much as we needed and not in the way we needed.  My wife’s father , brother and nephew came to help but they just kinda grabbed stuff and threw it in the truck, we wound up having to throw a lot away once it got to the new house.  Plus my father in law got the moving truck stuck in my front yard and we had to have it towed out, now my new yard is all full of huge ruts I have to fix.

We get sporatic help with things but still not what we ask of others, no one will watch the kids longer than a couple of hours and we have to do all the driving, we get half ass help when someone comes over, or even worse my wife will have someone do one thing and send them on their way, when I could have used an extra hand for a lot longer.

The Skids of course are useless, SD20 helped on the day of the major move and I guess she felt that was enough, DW has allowed her to sleep on the couch a night or two when the plan is that SD20 was to help DW the next day, as usual SD20 flakes out and doesn’t do anything except leave a mess around the new house.

SD26 of course isn’t supposed to be around the kids at our house so no help from her either .

So bottom line my sense of humor is nonexistent at this point, and my temper and stress levels are through the roof, most of the time I just feel defeated and ready to cry.

Sorry I don’t have a more upbeat story for you all.