This morning, I am giving my time to an update instead of the ever-increasing crescendo of the project. Irene has passed us at least and while its still dark, it doesn’t seem there’s been much damage here or inconvenience here outside of power going off and on during the night.
The project now takes more and more of my time as we are now allowed to do OT, up to 20 a week, which adds a hefty amount to the weekly paycheck and at the same time straps me to the computer for long periods of time and feel very drained afterwards. Yesterday, also had eyestrain one eye I could not shake until a couple of Tylenol took effect.
But the project is also winding down. We’ve been told as much that in 2 weeks, It’ll be over, which is sad (besides losing a paycheck) in that this job has been a dream with no commuting and working when I decide to work. But even without the formal announcement, its evident from what we now review we are approaching the end of the string- most of the documents we see couldn’t be more non-relevant if they tried to be.
Son is no longer here-he moved in last weekend and boy are we glad move-in was last weekend. This move-in is the last I can see me doing. Not that I would begrudge my son, I was totally exhausted afterwards and with the work I have even though I was able to put in a few hours over the weekend,
the overall loss did put me into a large hole hour-wise that had to be made up- as Monday was pretty much a wash as most of it was spent traveling back home.
Move-in itself was a repeat of last year’s with some differences. We wound up having the same sort of rental vehicle to haul ‘the stuff’ up And son wanted to move in a day early, one to get in ahead of his roomie and this lay claim to space and layout, and two, to avoid the rush and confusion the following day when most move in. No assistance as we had last year.
He’s in a newer dorm, but on the 3rd floor and no elevators to help haul stuff up, think that tired me the most. Learned to our unpleasant surprise son had also decided to store among the stuff he left near school, unused food- in a storage unit with no climate control. Given the heat over this summer, some of the foodstuffs, when pulled was not pretty. Wife unit was not happy either.
There was a lot of mother and son sniping over the dorm and what to do with his stuff. Told wife unit to lay off for son and roomie will work something out and they did.
And all was well as we got ready to depart and son anxious to get on with his second year of school.
So it quiet now, real quiet; no need to bellow upstairs and tell son it high time he got his butt out of bed and get on with the day. Perhaps it a bit too quiet.