So, today marks day two or unpacking. But I’m exhausted and it’s raining (that never helps with productivity). So I’m not getting a whole lot done.
We moved out of our home Thursday. Meredith’s family came out and helped us finish up the “last-minute” packing and then helped us load all the trucks. We loaded a 26′ U-Haul truck, a 12′ enclosed trailer, a 20′ open trailer, my mother-in-laws 12 passenger van, my SUV, my husband’s truck and filled his brother’s truck with a load of trash. We couldn’t move-in to our new home until late Saturday, so all our stuff just sat in the vehicles and in the trailers. Saturday night, after dinner, my husband decided he wanted to unload most of the boxes out of the truck (we had the suspension weighted d-o-w-n) and he wanted to get some of the weight off the truck. So a couple of friends and his brother unloaded quite a bit of stuff.
But when I arrive Sunday morning, with my parents, we could hardly get in the back door. They had filled my kitchen with boxes, literally. I didn’t know where to start. I just felt so overwhelmed. So my husband wanted to go ahead and finish unloading the truck so he could get it returned and he needed me to point/direct. After he had the truck emptied and all the beds put together, we got in the kitchen and moved out all the boxes that didn’t belong. Then we started unpacking the kitchen; which still isn’t done. I lost so much cabinet space, I’m still not sure where all my stuff is going to go (and I purged like a mad woman). So while my father-in-law and I were focused on the kitchen, my sister and mother-in-law were in the bedrooms making up all the beds. And my wonderful parents were making a lunch run!! They’ve been our babysitters while all this moving has been going on.
So when we finally called it a day, Sunday had proven to be a very productive day. My parents, a friend, my sister/nephew, my parent -in-laws and my brother-in-law were all here to help. We managed to get all the beds made, find the bathroom and get the living room put together. The living room didn’t really matter, because we have no cable. We just wanted to take a shower and sleep in our own beds. We have been staying at my parent’s house since Thursday night. We are so grateful and appreciative of their hospitality, but there’s just something about sleeping in your own bed, especially after working all day. We were exhausted. And the hardest part for me was that all my medicine got boxed up and put in the moving truck. My sweet husband climbed in Saturday night to find it. It was in the very front of the truck, in the very first piece of furniture that they loaded. Bless his heart. I was in so much pain. Had he not found it, I would have been totally useless Sunday. I could hardly walk/move.
So here I am, sitting in my chair with my feet up blogging, while I should be in the kitchen working. But like I said…it’s raining & I’m just exhausted. But I have to get it done. I fly out to Ohio Thursday morning for a wedding and won’t be back until Sunday. I can’t go off and leave my home a wreck. I won’t be able to relax and enjoy my weekend if I do. So, I guess my break is over. Back to thegrind boxes.
I know you want to see what a disaster my home is in…so I’ll post a few pix later.
We moved out of our home Thursday. Meredith’s family came out and helped us finish up the “last-minute” packing and then helped us load all the trucks. We loaded a 26′ U-Haul truck, a 12′ enclosed trailer, a 20′ open trailer, my mother-in-laws 12 passenger van, my SUV, my husband’s truck and filled his brother’s truck with a load of trash. We couldn’t move-in to our new home until late Saturday, so all our stuff just sat in the vehicles and in the trailers. Saturday night, after dinner, my husband decided he wanted to unload most of the boxes out of the truck (we had the suspension weighted d-o-w-n) and he wanted to get some of the weight off the truck. So a couple of friends and his brother unloaded quite a bit of stuff.
But when I arrive Sunday morning, with my parents, we could hardly get in the back door. They had filled my kitchen with boxes, literally. I didn’t know where to start. I just felt so overwhelmed. So my husband wanted to go ahead and finish unloading the truck so he could get it returned and he needed me to point/direct. After he had the truck emptied and all the beds put together, we got in the kitchen and moved out all the boxes that didn’t belong. Then we started unpacking the kitchen; which still isn’t done. I lost so much cabinet space, I’m still not sure where all my stuff is going to go (and I purged like a mad woman). So while my father-in-law and I were focused on the kitchen, my sister and mother-in-law were in the bedrooms making up all the beds. And my wonderful parents were making a lunch run!! They’ve been our babysitters while all this moving has been going on.
So when we finally called it a day, Sunday had proven to be a very productive day. My parents, a friend, my sister/nephew, my parent -in-laws and my brother-in-law were all here to help. We managed to get all the beds made, find the bathroom and get the living room put together. The living room didn’t really matter, because we have no cable. We just wanted to take a shower and sleep in our own beds. We have been staying at my parent’s house since Thursday night. We are so grateful and appreciative of their hospitality, but there’s just something about sleeping in your own bed, especially after working all day. We were exhausted. And the hardest part for me was that all my medicine got boxed up and put in the moving truck. My sweet husband climbed in Saturday night to find it. It was in the very front of the truck, in the very first piece of furniture that they loaded. Bless his heart. I was in so much pain. Had he not found it, I would have been totally useless Sunday. I could hardly walk/move.
So here I am, sitting in my chair with my feet up blogging, while I should be in the kitchen working. But like I said…it’s raining & I’m just exhausted. But I have to get it done. I fly out to Ohio Thursday morning for a wedding and won’t be back until Sunday. I can’t go off and leave my home a wreck. I won’t be able to relax and enjoy my weekend if I do. So, I guess my break is over. Back to the
I know you want to see what a disaster my home is in…so I’ll post a few pix later.
Love, Play, Joy
~Amy
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