Today the moving lady came to assess our possessions to determine how big of a truck we'll need to move to California. While here she told us that we are not supposed to pack our stuff like Jason had me believing and that we should leave that up to her team of professionals. Sweet. Except that I quit B&N before our vacation so when we got back I could spend my time packing. So today was my first official day as a house woman.
Kill me now. Please.
Really I have great respect for women that stay home and cook, clean, and keep their homes running smoothly, but our tiny apartment does not require much upkeep, I can vacuum the whole thing in 10 minutes. And having things running smoothly means having Jason occupied in another room so I can squeeze in one more episode of Alias undisturbed. All that was left to entertain me was cooking. So I made a huge ass pot of white chili, some veggies, and about a million Guinness chocolate cupcakes. And that entertained me for about 2 hours, after that boredom set in. Next up, shaving mohawks onto the cats.
What really worries me is that I don't have a job lined up for California and I really am worried about finding one. I see many, many days of staying at home to do domestics things ahead of me. And the worst part is that I won't even having the cooking to do since Jason will be working in an actual office and Google feeds their employees 3 meals a day.
I fear for my sanity.