It will be refreshing for all of you to hear that my whining is getting on my last nerve too.  I'm officially on sabbatical from whining and complaining.

Septic tank has to be dug up and the bank won't even let us do it before closing to make sure that someone else's crap isn't backing up on us the first time we flush?  Who cares?  Multiple hornet's nests in the attic when husband was at the home inspection?  It's not like he got stung and died.  Ancient heat pumps that don't function?  It's summer, for heaven's sake.  The lawn was mowed with a weed eater?  Jagged grass is the new fresh cut lawn.  Old rusty treadmill still on the back porch?  We're all up to date on our tetanus shots.  Closing pushed back to 5 p.m. so now we won't be in the house before 7 and have to get everything ready for all the work already scheduled for 7 a.m. Friday morning?  I LOVE all-nighters.

Lourdes came yesterday and packed up the kitchen for me.  I left some things to the side and told her that Derek would show up at her house if the coffee maker got packed by accident.  It seems that I forgot to put the sugar aside.  And with Lourdes around, we are lucky she didn't pull up the vinyl and pack it.  Talk about "everything goes."  So this morning it was coffee sans sugar.  It's probably better for me, right? 

Let's dwell on the positives.  My mom is coming on Thursday to save the day.  I am painting my laundry room "midnight blue" since I didn't buy the midnight blue washer/dryer set.  I have a brand new carpet cleaner that costs less than it would for a professional to clean one room (and I get to keep it) and despite the fact that my new house is leaking like a sieve, it's going to be MY leaking sieve in just one week.  So after I dry my tears from my temporary nervous breakdown, I'm off to pack another box.  'Cause that's how you do it.

One box at a time...