Moving Day Part 3
It’s 5:30. Would you believe that the truck with all our stuff hasn’t even left our old house yet? It’s been, what, 8 hours, and they’re only halfway done?
(I am dreading finding out how much higher this actual move is going to cost over the estimate.)
On the plus side, Chappy’s been napping. Mom’s over here now. But … they can’t possibly get that entire truck unloaded at this point before … what? Midnight? One a.m.?
Another plus, though? Not only did my sister bring down some baked ziti for us for dinner tonight, but … around 3:00, I thought I heard some noise outside, but figured I was hearing one of the neighbors. Chappy woke up from his nap and asked to go outside, so we did, and walked around a little, and then came back in through the garage …
Wait, where did those flowers come from? And … that wasn’t there before! A box of food from an Italian restaurant in Caldwell, with a nice card from two of my parents’ oldest friends. (Awww!) She came all this way just to leave something nice. (She’s been known to leave flowers in the mailbox, too. She doesn’t ring the bell, or come to the door, just leaves the treat and disappears.
Chappy’s napping again. I’m feeling jealous. And both Mom and I are a little concerned about how loooooong this day is going to be. Especially since there’s so much we’re going to have to DO!
On the plus side, I’ve got my bathroom essentials set up, know where my toothbrush is, and I brought my feather bed, comforter and pillows with me when I came over this morning. At least I know where I’m sleeping tonight!
And, wow, the moving men must be TIRED by now…
UPDATE: Oooh, wait, update … Dad just called (5:40) and said the movers told him that they’ll have to go back for Dad’s office stuff and MOM AND DAD’S MATTRESS. Um … what are they supposed to sleep on tonight??







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