I’m getting behind with my Scifi wife updates. I’m blaming Scifi hubby for doing too many crazy things too often – oh, maybe changing jobs and moving house is a factor too! There’s now so many potential posts that I’m not quite sure where to start but I guess the main story at the moment though has got to be moving house.
I’ve got a new job (woohoo congratulations me!) so we are moving a couple of hours away from where we are now. As you can imagine moving house with Scifi hubby is not the easiest of experiences and his stress levels are through the roof. Last time we moved it was an international move and all our stuff went into storage for three months. I had recurring visions of all his toys coming alive ‘Toy Story’ style whilst in the storage depot and running amok through all the packing cases. No wonder we weren’t allowed to pack any liquids and especially alcohol as we would have had some very drunk Batmen…
We still need to find a house but this time it should be a simple drive down the road – I hope! However the collection has grown somewhat since we last moved. I spent most of Sunday sat on a Yoda cushion with the laptop helping him write a list of EVERYTHING in his room and how much it would cost to replace. We only got about half way through before I got a completely numb bum, lost the will to live and ran screaming from the room (after hitting ‘save’ a few times to make sure I didn’t have to repeat it). Happily for me the weather forecast this weekend is bad so I can sit in there again and finish the inventory, aren’t I lucky?
We have also had the first of the removal companies come round to quote for the move. They have been warned there is a Batman collection to deal with but they clearly have no idea what this entails. The very nice German chap this week looked around the living room, saw a few Batman paintings and one glass cabinet with four Batman statues and I think he thought that was it. He started to write them all down individually and ask about value. I suggested that maybe he should think about volume and wait for the inventory for the value. I’m not sure he understood until he walked into Scifi hubby’s room. I wish I had taken a photo of his face. He almost tripped over Kermit the Frog, jumped when he saw the full size Joker mannequin and you could see the panic in his eyes for a moment. What I loved the most was that he simply took a deep breath and calmly said “well it could be worse – at least it is not a model railway”! Apparently that’s very common in Germany. Maybe I should be grateful?
We now have the prospect of the actual packing to look forward to. Not to mention people coming to look at the apartment to see if they want to rent it once we leave – strangers in Scifi hubby’s room EEEK. Then there’s the unpacking. At this point I’m sticking my fingers in my ears and singing “lalalala” like my friend’s 3 year old twins when they don’t want to do something. We also have some very unfortunate/lucky friends who had booked to come and visit us before we knew we were moving. They will now be here in the midst of unpacking. Luckily he is a scifi fan so I’m thinking that the girls can go shopping and the boys can unwrap Batman toys 🙂
Meanwhile I’m finishing up at my current job, sorting the paperwork for my new job, trying to find a new house, dealing with relocation agencies and removal companies, trying to sort our current rental property out (all of which is in German), inventorying the rest of the apartment, ensuring the cat is up to date with her jabs so we don’t have to find a (probably French speaking) vet the second we move, working out how to de-register from the local authority area, redirect the post etc etc. AND I seem to have mistakenly wandered into spreadsheet hell.
I’ll add more of the recent Scifi hubby tales soon – some are quite high up on the Scifi hubby scale of craziness; for example, why exactly do I currently have a Wampa in my fridge? And will he have eaten Luke when I next open the door