I am trying really hard not to freak out. It’s hard. There is so much to do, & so little space to do it in!
Yesterday afternoon we started unloading the moving truck. First I have to say – the packers are idiots. Is it really so hard to do things right?? I’m no professional, but even I know that packing the plastic, covered cat litter box under the heavy boxes is so not gonna work. Morons. So, of course it was crushed, causing everything above – including my china hutch (yeah, on top of the other stuff!!) to shift and fall. Alan fell off a stepladder tying to get the top stuff and smacked his head hard…. thank the Lord, he’s alright. Of course we didn’t get finished… too much stuff, too much heat, not enough (not any!) help…. we’ll hit it again this afternoon when he gets off work.
Moving is so hard – trying to find your way around a new town, figuring out where stuff is, feeling alone and sad for your kids feeling alone as well.
I know it will all work out…. I will be glad when the truck is all unloaded and then next week when we can move into the ‘big’ apt. and actually start to settle in… that’ll be good.