Moving blues, and frustrations

We're moving against our will. I never ever wanted to move again but here we are doing it once more. We have 22 days to be out of this house and into another one. We have found a home to rent. One tiny little problem is that it isn't available for 36 days. So that leaves us with about 16 homeless days in there. Yes this is a massive frustration for me. The person that owns the home we are moving to is doing all kinds of things to make it easy on us and get us in as quickly as possible but still we are going to have some homeless days. We are going to be able to put our stuff into the garage and backyard of the new home and that will help some but not all of it will fit there, so where does the rest go?. And of course there is the matter of what to do with us. I don't really want to impose on friends, even as nice as they are. I know how having people at your house can drive you insane no matter how much you like them. Two weeks is asking a bit much of friends. Hotels are way to expensive. We are not campers and although I am willing to do it I think my body would be very unwilling. Not to mention our three sweet indoor kitties who are already going to be out of sorts with all of this. They could stay with friends but I don't know that that would be a good situation for their mental health. They'd be confused and abandoned and what if they got outside. My kitties are just barely below my kids on my love scale. I worry about their well being a lot.

The simple solution to all of this would be for our current landlord to extend our stay here for two weeks. It makes sense to me but apparently not to the landlord. Yes I want to pull my hair out and scream but what good would it do?

So we are packing and sorting and doing all kinds of planning for alternate housing for six people and three cats. Rather I should say that I am because all of these things are ultimately left up to me to do. JT can not organize, sort or pack anything that is not specifically his because he is clueless as to what we use or what is needed right now and what can be packed away. He likes it this way to because it relieves him of responsibilty. He should pay more attention to our household and what we use and what the kids favorited are so he wouldn't be in this position but he's chosen not to. He even takes an eternity to pack his stuff up. With so little responsibility in the moving area you'd think he'd have that done no problem. It's been two weeks since I asked him to pack up his area in the garage and it still isn't done! He's no help in the make a decision department to. He is a very black and white kinda person. When confronted with a problem that doesn't have an easy or immediately apparent answer he becomes frustrated and kinda useless at solving it. He doesn't think outside the box well, he doesn't even realize there is a box half the time. He is very quick to argue with every single solution I propose though.

My body is reacting terribly to all this stress and extra physical work. I'm spasming everywhere. Muscles are locking up in so much pain. I can't sleep because of the pain. My migraines are getting bad again. My hands and legs are rebelling in pain. I'm having a lot of flair ups to the point where I can't use my hands or legs. My memory is acting like swiss cheese as well lately. I can't function like this. I have to stop and put ice packs on myself several times a day. I'm going to the chiropractor twice a week and I'm about to ask the doctor for actual pain meds. I haven't even considered pain pill in forever for my back. Lifting any boxes messes up my joins and muscles badly and yet I have to move them. They have to be picked up, put down, scooted around and such. A crap load of stuff in the garage has to be sorted through as well. It was stuff I was going to get around to slowly this spring but now I must rush through it.

I really need JT to stop acting like such and ass so often to reduce my stress. He needs to do things when they need to be done so that I can get on to other things and not worry about those or have them in my way. He also needs to stop picky fights and turning conversations into shouting matches simply because he doesn't like me pointing out that he hasn't done something and it's making me mad and inconveniencing me again. He doesn't want to be told what to do, yet he doesn't know what to do without being told. He doesn't want to be nagged yet he won't go do things the first time they are asked of him. He doesn't want me doing lifting and moving but he's not here to do it and when he is here is usually isn't in the mood to do it and acts put out when I need him to do the lifting and moving of things. I can't win with him and it feel like I have another kid around. He doesn't even help keep up on the daily chores like dishes, laundry, vacuuming or picking up so I'm left to take care of all that as well as just about everything else. I know most of it is he is stressed to but crap, he's really not helping the situation and I really don't have the time to slowly let him come to this conclusion on his own like I normally would.

I really hate moving. I hate being incharge of moving even more though.