Usually moving is pretty stressful to begin with, but this time around NOTHING {I mean not one single thing} has worked out according to the plan. Well, I should specify that according to MY plan, since I am the only one who does any sort of planning in this household.
1. Not being able to have Internet or phone service for 2 weeks – check.
2. Not getting the place cleaned as promised and spending 3 hours with a mop in one hand and Windex in another – check.
3. Getting a bunch of stuff for the place only to find out that my card and my boyfriend’s card are declined {locked out of the accounts for security purposes; both of us got locked out for different reasons BUT at the same time} – check.
4. Getting into an argument with my boyfriend’s mother {apparently I can’t let her know that some of the things she said hurt my feelings} – check.
5. Not getting the furniture until the end of the week – check.
6. Having a nervous breakdown and throwing everything in my car and heading back to Phoenix {that was a close call; I turned around...} – check.

I would be sooooo glad once this is all over!
About item 4, I have never met a person with a more cynical and dry sense of humor than his mother’s. Her jokes feel like jabs since the only things the jokes are about are things that you are self- conscious about. Maybe joking in such a way makes her feel better about herself, not sure, but I am not going to just silently take it all in and not say a thing. Well, that has caused the argument. I simply said that some of the things truly hurt my feelings, to which I got a response that “This is the way I joke around and I am not going to change”. What do you say to that?! URG!