Moving Hell

So today is officially the beginning of my moving hell.As I write this, I am holed up in my master bedroom with my hyper excitable dogs while people swarm all over the house. My landlords are selling the home we are living in and so there are people here painting, sanding reno-ing and essentially making lots of noise. So, not to be outdone, the dogs are making a lot of noise too.

All of this has been really, really sudden. I found out about the people showing up today about two days ago. I was told it was going to be minor, just a one day thing. Then, it turned into two days. Then, it turned into three days with some renos and yard work. I have just about given up on my sanity at this point.

The problem is that there are things that I don't really want people poking into. I tend to be a pretty private person for someone who writes a blog, although since the main theme of it is how Master and I are hiding our lifestyle it really shouldn't surprise anyone that I want things kept as under wraps as possible.

Master is not very happy about how things are going either. He would prefer not to have people coming in and rifling through our stuff and he hates the fact that he can't be here to help deal with things. Master prefers to be the one to handle issues like this so I'm not surprised that he is upset about this.

His eventual plan is for me to limit my contact with people. Right now, that means I don't make eye contact, I don't talk to men if possible, and I don't order in restaurants unless he tells me to. Down the road, when he isn't away for months at a time, that will expand although I'm not sure what that will ultimately end up looking like.

In the end, I suppose I could argue that I am enduring all of this as a service to Master but it is so hard. Really, really hard.