We are in the house.
And by “in”, I mean the garage is full to the tip top of boxes and yet the house is also full of our stuff. Which means for the life of me, I can’t imagine why we
A) own all that stuff in the boxes or
B) what in the world is actually in all those boxes.
We closed Friday at what had to be the fastest and easiest closing ever. Literally took less than half an hour.
Then the moving began.
We’d pack and move a load at a time. Not because the movers couldn’t have easily done it but simply because we weren’t really in the mood to pack up just every little thing.
Like the stuff on the walls.
You know, if you pack that stuff correctly, it could take several boxes. If you just throw it all in a box and drive it the three miles to the house, it only takes one box and completely removes the threat of getting broken.
There was also the matter of my craft supplies, candles and scrapbooks. Those are precious cargo.
I learned from a previous move that candles will, in fact, melt in a hot car/moving truck/garage/attic. Replacing all those candles is ridiculously expensive. So those now travel with me where ever we move. I managed to get all of those items loaded into the car before closing on Friday and made that my first delivery to the house.
You know. Priorities.
Saturday morning, after a rather long night of mom and me packing the rest of the apartment while Chris was “working” at a high school football game, we headed over to the house to meet the internet/cable guy, the refrigerator delivery guy and to paint the pantry and laundry room shelves.
Happiness is clean, bright white, freshly painted pantry shelves.
Mom stayed at the apartment with Pumpkin which made life so much easier. No way could we have moved without her.
Oh, I should mention that the reason we weren’t moving first thing in the morning is because the moving company double booked themselves.
Awesome.
It worked out to our advantage what with the discount and extra movers. But it made for an especially long day when the last box was getting unloaded at nine pm.
The plan was executed nicely. They moved the apartment over to the house first and then went to the storage facility. This wasn’t Chris’ first choice in his mind but I knew if I could get the apartment unpacked, we could easily live in the house. If not, we’d be eating fast food for weeks.
And I was right.
By the time they got back, Mom and I had unpacked all but three boxes from the house. The kitchen, pantry and laundry room were set up and ready for operation. I continued to get the bathrooms and Pumpkin’s room ready while they unloaded so when it was time for bath and bed, her room was ready to go. Girly went down without a peep.
We feel into bed around 10:30 pm and slept hard. Sunday was not nearly as productive because, well, we’re old now and not able to spring just right back into action like we could three or four moves ago.
Yesterday I finished with Pumpkin’s room and got the playroom set up. There are still shelves to be hung and even crafty like projects to be made to really complete both spaces but for now they are fully functional. Everything has a place and everything’s in its place.
Now I just need to figure out what the heck all that stuff is in the garage.
But I have to tell you the most interesting part of this move has been how tired my feet and legs are. By the end of the day, I am feeling like a walker is in my near future. My guess is that’s because we spent almost the entire last two and a half months sitting inside the apartment waiting for the 110 degree heat to disappear. And with such a small space, there wasn’t a whole lot of room to run around.
But yesterday that ended with our first official game of “Chase the Ball”. For reasons I will never understand, my little girl finds a rolling ball completely hilarious. She would throw it and just belly laugh watching it roll. I’d chase it and kick it back to her. Which was even funnier. But that I get. Grace is not my strong suit.
So best I can figure, taking into account that I can only reasonably expect to get any large amount of unpacking done at night or during her nap times on the weekend, I am anticipating having the garage ready for occupation by our vehicles sometime in early 2012.
Because no way I’m giving up belly laughs and chasing balls for unpacking. It can all wait.
And by “in”, I mean the garage is full to the tip top of boxes and yet the house is also full of our stuff. Which means for the life of me, I can’t imagine why we
A) own all that stuff in the boxes or
B) what in the world is actually in all those boxes.
We closed Friday at what had to be the fastest and easiest closing ever. Literally took less than half an hour.
Then the moving began.
We’d pack and move a load at a time. Not because the movers couldn’t have easily done it but simply because we weren’t really in the mood to pack up just every little thing.
Like the stuff on the walls.
You know, if you pack that stuff correctly, it could take several boxes. If you just throw it all in a box and drive it the three miles to the house, it only takes one box and completely removes the threat of getting broken.
There was also the matter of my craft supplies, candles and scrapbooks. Those are precious cargo.
I learned from a previous move that candles will, in fact, melt in a hot car/moving truck/garage/attic. Replacing all those candles is ridiculously expensive. So those now travel with me where ever we move. I managed to get all of those items loaded into the car before closing on Friday and made that my first delivery to the house.
You know. Priorities.
Saturday morning, after a rather long night of mom and me packing the rest of the apartment while Chris was “working” at a high school football game, we headed over to the house to meet the internet/cable guy, the refrigerator delivery guy and to paint the pantry and laundry room shelves.
Happiness is clean, bright white, freshly painted pantry shelves.
Mom stayed at the apartment with Pumpkin which made life so much easier. No way could we have moved without her.
Oh, I should mention that the reason we weren’t moving first thing in the morning is because the moving company double booked themselves.
Awesome.
It worked out to our advantage what with the discount and extra movers. But it made for an especially long day when the last box was getting unloaded at nine pm.
The plan was executed nicely. They moved the apartment over to the house first and then went to the storage facility. This wasn’t Chris’ first choice in his mind but I knew if I could get the apartment unpacked, we could easily live in the house. If not, we’d be eating fast food for weeks.
And I was right.
By the time they got back, Mom and I had unpacked all but three boxes from the house. The kitchen, pantry and laundry room were set up and ready for operation. I continued to get the bathrooms and Pumpkin’s room ready while they unloaded so when it was time for bath and bed, her room was ready to go. Girly went down without a peep.
We feel into bed around 10:30 pm and slept hard. Sunday was not nearly as productive because, well, we’re old now and not able to spring just right back into action like we could three or four moves ago.
Yesterday I finished with Pumpkin’s room and got the playroom set up. There are still shelves to be hung and even crafty like projects to be made to really complete both spaces but for now they are fully functional. Everything has a place and everything’s in its place.
Now I just need to figure out what the heck all that stuff is in the garage.
But I have to tell you the most interesting part of this move has been how tired my feet and legs are. By the end of the day, I am feeling like a walker is in my near future. My guess is that’s because we spent almost the entire last two and a half months sitting inside the apartment waiting for the 110 degree heat to disappear. And with such a small space, there wasn’t a whole lot of room to run around.
But yesterday that ended with our first official game of “Chase the Ball”. For reasons I will never understand, my little girl finds a rolling ball completely hilarious. She would throw it and just belly laugh watching it roll. I’d chase it and kick it back to her. Which was even funnier. But that I get. Grace is not my strong suit.
So best I can figure, taking into account that I can only reasonably expect to get any large amount of unpacking done at night or during her nap times on the weekend, I am anticipating having the garage ready for occupation by our vehicles sometime in early 2012.
Because no way I’m giving up belly laughs and chasing balls for unpacking. It can all wait.
I entirely agree with that last statement. There will come a day when Pumpkin will no longer belly laugh at anything you do so take full advantage of that delightful sound. Hang in there, reinforcements will be there shortly. See you soon. Love you and can't wait to get there.
ReplyDeleteMartha
Absolutely!! Love those giggles!
ReplyDeleteMom (aka Nana)