So, one of my big tasks at the moment is packing up my parents’ place. Yeesh, what a task that is.
My brother got the sideboards. Fraser vetoed them, so I gave in. I did confess that I wasn’t actually being nice about it, just practical. Now the plan is to just get IKEA when we get back. I think I know what Fraser likes about the Very Ugly Sideboard that we have, so we can replicate that part (just not the Very Ugly Part. I hope.). He is being long-suffering and putting up with my plans.
In fact, I spent Mothers’ Day wandering around IKEA and making Plans. Fraser and the Bigster went to see Monsters vs Aliens but Otto refused to go, so I booked her into the play centre. Nice for her, nice for them, and not bad for me either.
Anyway. My Morning From Hell.
See, mum and dad are moving, and they have lots to throw out. On the first day I went over there, we packed ten boxes to keep, three or four to go to auction, and a box of books for me. Oops. Like I need more books. I made sure to pack most of the fragile stuff myself, as mum’s tremor is now so bad that she can’t safely pack anything that might break.
Then, sometime during the week, mum decided to move the boxes of lead crystal Orrefors glasses she’d packed (without me) to go to auction, and the bottom fell out of one of them. I got a call to say that she had BROKEN two of her set of red wine glasses and oh noes. Several days later, we established that the stem of one broke and the other had a small chip out of the base. I have now nobly agreed to adopt the Orrefors lead crystal glasses set, and will throw out our craptastic unmatched wine glasses when we get back. (And I rather suspect I can get someone to fix the OMGBROKEN ones, too). Do you see the pattern of things moving TO my house here? I do …
The second week I went over to help, I got my parents connected to the Internet. Which may have been a foolish thing to do, but with us going away, it seemed appropriate. They will be the coolest oldies at the retirement apartments, with their mobile broadband connection. Mum has now read the newspaper online (but couldn’t work out how to turn the page) and even skyped with me.
When I turned on my webcam, she screamed. I didn’t think I was having *that* much of a bad hair day.
We also packed some stuff. I got down on the floor and chucked things out of the cupboard at her. THAT was fun.
Carrying dusting rags annoys me, so I wear old tshirts and turn myself into the dusting cloth. Ick.
ANYWAY - that was all babble leading up to the disaster of this morning.
See, the rubbish is mounting up at mum and dad’s. Not icky stinky rubbish, just old house stuff that we’re throwing away – clothes that are too old and icky to go to charity, etc etc. They’re stacking it in the garage, but we sort of need the garage to be usable. It was time to get a rubbish remover.
I have a Guy who I call when I need rubbish removed. He’s cheap, friendly and very efficient. Trouble is, he doesn’t go out to mum and dad’s area.
So I had a brainwave: Trailer Trash. I think I have blogged about these before, because they are a gimmick and therefore designed to appeal to me. Errm, and also they are useful. They’re basically a huge rubbish skip that you can get delivered (4 m^3) and fill with rubbish. Except that when you get a skip you need to get (and pay for) council permits etc etc, and I am not having luck with government charges at the moment. And when you get a trailer trash trailer, you don’t have to do any of that, because it is just a part of a vehicle. Yay!
I rang them yesterday and established that the trailer *should* fit into mum and dad’s garage (they are the second unit back in a group of 4). And booked and paid for the trailer.
This morning, before 8, my mother rang. The trailer had come and it didn’t fit into the garage. Worse, she had got the guy to park it DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HER GARAGE, so that you couldn’t open the garage door. The door of the garage. The garage that all the rubbish is in.
Also, the thing was too big, the opening was too high, we would never be able to get any rubbish in there, it was all a disaster, panic panic panic.
I rang the trailer trash guy. He was full of good ideas, but unfortunately they were all just going to make mum more upset. My judgement was that she had reached the point where the trailer trash trailer was never going to be a good idea, and it was time to retreat.
The trailer trash trailer is now at my house. Where it will get some of my domestic rubbish (I have another big cleanout day scheduled for tomorrow). And where I will DRIVE the rubbish from my parents’ place, over the course of the weekend.
So, just for fun, let’s recap the next four days of my life.
- working. At home, unexpectedly. Otto is booked for after-school care, Biggie is walking home with two friends. “Please, mum, can you go out when we get there?”
- buy new VCR (ours died. Considering a combo VCR/DVD player and giving my parents our old DVD player, so I can throw out their really rubbishy one – must discuss with Fraser. It is never good when he reads about Loss Of Stuff in my blog and it’s the first he’s heard of it)
- Buy gift for Otto to take to birthday party on Sunday
- Pack boxes. Fraser did a lot last night.
- OMG major work deadline Monday. I should not be blogging, but Klaus asked so nicely. Also, procrastination is good.
- Professional organiser coming for 3 hours in the morning. Probably her last visit before we go away, as we’re now more interested in packing (and throwing out) than in organising. Fraser thinks we are now good at throwing stuff away. I am less convinced of this, but we are definitely better than we were.
- Facial. Girly, but I needed to take some time out – and my games group isn’t happening tomorrow, so the afternoon was “free”. For certain meanings of “free” at least.
- Pack boxes and throw stuff out
- OMG MAJOR WORK DEADLINE MONDAY
- German school excursion with the kids, to a place about half an hour past my parents’ place. My plan is to stop at mum and dad’s on the way back, let the kids play, do 1-2 hours work, then bring back a carload (or maybe two, if Fraser will meet me there with the other car) of rubbish. Ugh.
- Pack boxes and throw stuff out. Preferably clear the desk. I am trying to persuade Fraser that a PC that has not been turned on for about 2 years could probably be disposed of. Unsuccessfully, so far.
- Do a few hours’ packing at mum and dad’s and a few hours’ packing here. Bring rubbish back from mum and dad’s.
- Otto has to go to a birthday party on a Gym Bus so she is very excited.
- FIND MORE STUFF TO THROW OUT
- I think I organised a BSW game day too :blush:
- Dr appointment in the morning
- Collect kids from school at 3.30 and go to mum’s to consult with the interior designer. This is a freebie provided by the real estate agents.
- Trailer trash skip to be collected. OMG there had better be some stuff in it!
Meanwhile, I am telling myself that I am sticking to my resolution not to stress about accommodation in Germany. Well, not to really look for it. Although I am starting to get a teeny tiny bit concerned.