How I remember it .............. How it really is
I remember moving day. I have moved with my family three times; twice that I really remember. I went away to college, like far away. I have packed up my possessions several times and moved them. But none of that could have prepared me for what yesterday was. We didn't move more than 10 min from our original home but I found myself asking 'are we there yet' several times. It was disorganized; dispite my best efforts, it was rainy, it was frustrating and angering and just yucky. I don't remember it being like that. In the past, you just packed up your boxes and the old odd-jobers came and loaded your truck while you took pictures and wheeled your little brother around on the dolly. Yesterday, no little old men came to my house. My poor husband had to shlep all the boxes that hadn't already made it to the coop there, then his dad got home from work and helped move furnature and one of our family friends came as well before he had to go to work. But really there was not an abundance of hands. And with two kids, there are no pictueres so I will borrow some from my mom, who is apparently the most gifted mover around.
Then we got here, and in the past there would have been little old ladies there to greet you with a meal and mops and rags to help clean before you unpack. Nope, no little old ladies here. Just little old me, cleaning the most disgusting fridge EVER! So here we are, moved in. The painter said goodnight to us last night before bed. We will see him again probably one more day. The washer dryer have been 'out on delivery' for two days now and will arrive when hell freezes over most likely. And then the countertops can come. But we live here now, ready or not here we come.
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I am truly sorry I wasn't there to help. I am however praying for you all. If anyone can do this, you can Abby - with God's help. And if you have a chance - thank an odd-jobber someday.
So now the real work sets it. Trying to put away all your stuff while keeping your family happy and entertained and well fed. I'm guessing no one had a crock pot of soup and a cake with fluff icing on it waiting when you got there? Still love you. Remember the offers to take Claire for a week. Oh, and are you going to the family reunion?
No cake and we have not unearthed the crock-pot yet :) the feeding, entertaining and happy part are easy, but the unpacking... can't I get a man to come do that for me?
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