I am packing everything in the house alone
Quick background: We are moving out of state tomorrow due to a job offer. I've only had a week to prepare.
My husband has been useless during this move. He has packed 1 box and he bought 3 boxes and was wondering why I was horrified that he only bought 3, 2 small boxes and 1 large. I've bought all the boxes. I've done a lot of the decluttering. I've done all the packing except 1 box. I'm even doing all the laundry and cleaning.
It was not supposed to be this way. My husband was supposed to be helping Sunday, Monday, today and tomorrow. But my husband decided to go look at a house we were thinking about renting on Sunday. He agreed he'd be back Monday night.
Nope. He decided he'd come back on Wednesday morning with my folks who are helping us move, so he can leave his car down there. Which. Yay. Great. I get to pack everything, clean everything. Nevermind I am also pumping every 2 hours and taking care of the kids and my needy needy needy cats.
Its been 2 days and it's honestly my own personal hell. I hate packing. I have half a mind to throw the rest out and start new because I cannot stand packing anymore. The kids are no help, they are too young to actually help. My youngest is waking every 2 hours. I am not sleeping, I am struggling to cook, and my back is going to give out on me. I am running on spite right now, because every time I think about my husband sitting down and relaxing with my folks (which he is because the house fell through), it fills me with enough fury to keep going.
But, I want to celebrate. Most of this house is packed. I have my son's room, underneath my daughter's bed, and the laundry and that's it. Fuck him for leaving, and also fuck yeah I don't need him. (I get that we agreed to this, but he left me all the packing. All of it. I swear, next move he can do all of it on his own and he can buy all the boxes. I plan to be just as ignorant and as useless as he's been this move. And if he texts me one more time, I feel I will lose it.)