Shoved to Them
The packers arrive at our house one week from today. I’m surprisingly calm as we’re entering the home stretch. My military friends (who move a lot, that’s why I asked their advice) have a repeating litany of ziplock bags and plastic bins. Put all the clothes, except what you need for the traveling days, in plastic bins. Put anything you want to stay together, such as the contents of your kitchen junk drawer, in baggies. They’ve all waxed rhapsodic about the 3 gallon sized bags so often that my heart went a little pitter-pat to actually find them.
Monday they pack. Tuesday they load. Thursday they unload us at the new house. It’s pretty exciting and dead frightening all at the same time. I have help for 1 day. The Computer Guy got Thursday off and that’s it. Then he will be returning to Oklahoma to oversee the packing of the office computers before returning to us.
We have a plan. That unpacking Thursday, he’s keeping the kids away all day until the unpacking is done. They’ll be hanging out by the pool at the hotel while I boss the movers around. It’s better that way, trust me. The kids don’t need to be anywhere near that chaos, and I get bossy when I’m stressed…..perfect!
That first weekend, our new neighborhood is throwing a pool party! They say it’s for Memorial Day, but that’s just because they don’t want other people to get jealous that they’re throwing this big to do for us. It’s right friendly of them to collect all the children together in one place to make our friend selection a little easier. We can see who’s nice and who’s a bully all at once. (Who has a smart/potty mouth, who’s disrespectful….it’s a great time to weed through the neighborhood.)
So that’s the timeline….7 days we’re packed, 8 we’re out of this house, 10 we’re sleeping under our new roof. Holy cow. I can’t believe that after all this time we’re down to the single digits….I’m excited and want to throw up all at the same time….but the puke part could be pregnancy…so I’ll just go with excited.
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