My last post from Brooklyn, maybe. Or, hell, maybe not.

We are moving in six days. Coincidentally, I’m dying. It’s nothing serious, just some all-over body pain and nausea and a stabby stabbiness behind my eyes and also my heart is leaping and tripping about in my chest. That kind of thing.

As you can imagine, or understand, or if not understand at least believe, posting will be light here for the next couple of weeks. We didn’t even get our cable set up yet, is how organized we are. And kids, Mommy does not do dial-up.

Comments

[Rachel]

Here's wishing you an easy move with everything going smoothly!

[Wendy Mac]

Ack! You are still sick, you poor thing! I am so sorry! I opened your page hoping to hear how you've made this miraculous recovery, but alas, you are stressed, you must chill! It will all work out, I promise. Somehow.

Sending you lots of good wishes from southern CA...

[Martha]

You will do fine, just fine. Keep telling yourself that. And then take Xanax. That's what I did.

[jennster]

feel better and good luck moving!

[Mom101]

The stabby stabbiness goes away your first night in the new home, guaranteed. That is, the new home with FIREPLACES and a YARD and NO HOMELESS PEOPLE peeing on your front stoop in the morning.

All the best, and looking forward to chapter 72, Finslippy's Adventures in Jersey.

[Krisco]

It will be fun. In the end. After the move, and the boxes, and the unpacking, and are the dandelions coming up there yet?

Seriously, a f t e r all that, it will be fun.

And stabbing stabbiness will go away.

And the library probably has DSL.

[Summer]

Stabby-stabbiness? If there were a pill to cure that ailment, I wonder what it would be called...Antistab? Stabegone? Stabate?

Good luck with the move. And with the not dying.

[Renee Dodd]

Don't worry, you're not dying.

However, it will get worse before it gets better. In my experience, moving disease progresses from your current symptoms to obsessive house painting through agonizing abdominal and lower back pain, a two a.m. hospital trip while you still have interior latex paint under your nails, followed by an emergency appendectomy.

Or maybe that was just me...

[JuJuBee]

Very exciting...hope you are feeling better for the big move. I hope you hired movers?

[Morgan]

Don't worry that is just the side effects of moving. I had them and I was just moving from one midwest suburb to another. So I'm sure they are just magnified in your case as you move from Brooklyn to the burbs.A night or two in the new house and the smile on Henry's face as he see the whole yard where he can play with his Storm Troopers and you will be feeling great!

Good luck with the move!

[Velma]

The good news? A week! That's all! And the moving will be done. As my daughter likes to write at the end of her stories: "FIN!"

The bad news? If you think you are overwhelmed now, I can guarantee that you will be insane after the first week in the house. The amount of STUFF you need to take care of a house will freak you out. However, a billion trips to all the big box stores later, you will have found the right switch/curtain rod/replacement drain/weedwhacker you need, and you will sit back one night and watch Henry play outside from your own porch and listen to absence of noise and you will be at peace.

I repeat what I posted a week or two ago:You are going to lurve it.

[Jessie]

Good luck with the move - I can't believe it's happening so fast! Also, I hope you feel much better soon, because it sucks to move when you're ill.

[Anne Glamore]

Throw away stuff-- I was a moron and moved it with me. Gah.

[cagey]

Take notes. Surely moving will provide some sort of bloggity goodness that you will want to refer to later.

Good night and good luck. Or good morning. Whatever.

[Jaynee]

I hope you feel better soon so that you have much-needed energy for your move. I'd be happy to bring over some tasty beer and local pizza on moving day so that you have plenty of sustenance. Drop me an email...

[lammarama]

Wherever you go, Finslippy, we'll be right there with you. Cue: another attack of stab stabbiness.

[Julie]

It will get better. It may take a while, but it will. I promise.

[Nia]

Oooh, you poor thing. Sorry to hear about the stabby stabbiness.

On the other hand, as one who is almost done with the tedious but necessary process of moving, I shall relate to you a few incidents from my own life that shall make your own organisation skills seem stellar by comparison.

It's been a week since we started moving and aside from the bed all of our furniture is still in its dismantled state of piled up boards. Almost all our worldly goods are still in huge plastic type bags favoured by smugglers of eastern europe because we didn't manage to acquire enough boxes.

We have a wedding in less than a month taking place in the garden and I hope sincerely by that time that we will have cleared a sufficient path through the house that the garden can be reachable.

We can't find the catfood, so we've been feeding the cat milk and sardines for three days now.

We still haven't had the courage to confront all the dismantled and randomly piled stuff and locate our kitchen things in the smuggler bags (thanks to a packing system that began in earnest on the morning of our move and consequnetly led to smuggler bags being filled according to system of "whatever is within reach") so we've been subsisting mosty on takeaway and the kidness of my relatives.

We have no internet either, although hopefully we will at least have a phoneline soon because we haven't thought to set up any of these things ahead of time.

I have a bunch of coursework due in two weeks that I haven't even started on because I can't remember where i put all my course reading and it's no doubt buried somewhere underneath all my dismantled shelves.

Because we don't have solid proofs of address and won't get them in the next day like we can't get married legally as we won't have our marriage licences in time - but that's okay because at least the legal sham of a marriage appeals to my anarchistic side.

[MelissaS]

You just called yourself Mommy.

I don't believe it.

[mike]

Surely there's an unsecured wireless signal in your new neighbourhood. This is the suburbs we're talking about, right? Get yourself one of those little $29 hotspot finder key-fobs and park yourself in front of a stranger's house for ten minutes. As excuses go, that's weak ;)

Hope you feel better soon!

[Robyn]

Hang in there. I really do hope the move goes smoothly and that you won't feel you are settling. Don't approach this as some new guy you moved on to after breaking up with the guy you'd been with forever. The new guy is almost never what you want and can never match up to what you had. (Sorry for the lame metaphor.) If you approach the new house this way, you won't be happy. And I want you to be happy, as I know you do too.

[wordnerd]

Awww, feel better and post when you can. We'll be here when you get back!

[tits mcgee]

Good luck, Alice.

I looked for a "perv" belt buckle to lift your spirits, but I'm afraid this was the best I could come up with.

[Nothing But Bonfires]

In my head, I just sang "Last post from! Brooklyn!" to the tune of that Beastie Boys song about the no sleep til Brooklyn.

I could send Valium in the mail.

[bluepaolo]

You know what they say - moving is third on the most stressful psychological events list right behind death of a loved one and breaking up with someone. Treat appropriately.