My sick week really threw me off my game, and by the time actual moving day rolled around, I didn’t have the kitchen or the bedroom packed up at all. So when I had helpers Sunday, we just moved furniture. That left everything else for me by my lonesome Monday. Plus I still had to clean the place.
As usual, I underestimated the amount of shit I had in my possession. I got to the apartment at noon, thinking I could get everything carted to the house by 10 and the place cleaned by midnight. I didn’t close the door behind me until 5 a.m. At which point I came home and took a bubble bath and plotted ways to travel back in time to find the asshat who invented stairs so I could shank him mercilessly.