Moving Violations
After a hard weekend of work, I can now say that everything we need to survive is in our new house. Many of our essentials are even in the correct room, except for the laundry detergent in the hallway and the clean clothes scattered throughout the house. If you need a more specific location than that, I can’t help you right now.
Moving is like the world’s biggest excursion for Vital Supplies, like we just pulled into the garage fresh from the Big Box Store with an animal trailer* chock full of things. We have boxes and bags of allegedly useful stuff strewn everywhere waiting for someone to put it in its place. Now I just need to figure out where everything’s place is. I need to determine the optimal shelf for peanut butter, the best drawer for diapers, and the least offensive place to stash the cat litter.
We’re getting there, but we’re not done moving yet. Despite a weekend of hard work that mostly didn’t involve childcare, our old home is still full of things we want to move, and things we need to trash. Fortunately, we still have a couple weeks before we have to leave the old home, so there’s still time. Unfortunately, we still have a couple weeks of fumbling through the old home with no sense of urgency, instead of being forced to make the hard decisions about what to keep** and what to trash.*** All of the essentials are in our new home, though if I forget the cat’s litter box scoop one more day they’re going to begin expressing their displeasure all over our bed.
We made the move without any major mishaps. Except for the hole Adam put in the wall while moving a dresser. And the key Adam left in the truck’s ignition that wound up draining the battery. And the drainage hose on the washing machine that started leaking coincidentally after Adam helped move it.**** All of that is fixed now, except for the hole in the wall, but that’s not important. We only need to fix the superficial things like that before we move again, and that’s not going to happen for a long time, at least until the kids are old enough to help lift.
* Literally, we used a 20-foot animal trailer to haul things. Thanks, dad-in-law.
** My stuff.
*** Her stuff.
**** Special thanks to Adam for driving down to help us move. He was worth what we paid him, which was a sandwich and some pizza.
Moving is like the world’s biggest excursion for Vital Supplies, like we just pulled into the garage fresh from the Big Box Store with an animal trailer* chock full of things. We have boxes and bags of allegedly useful stuff strewn everywhere waiting for someone to put it in its place. Now I just need to figure out where everything’s place is. I need to determine the optimal shelf for peanut butter, the best drawer for diapers, and the least offensive place to stash the cat litter.
We’re getting there, but we’re not done moving yet. Despite a weekend of hard work that mostly didn’t involve childcare, our old home is still full of things we want to move, and things we need to trash. Fortunately, we still have a couple weeks before we have to leave the old home, so there’s still time. Unfortunately, we still have a couple weeks of fumbling through the old home with no sense of urgency, instead of being forced to make the hard decisions about what to keep** and what to trash.*** All of the essentials are in our new home, though if I forget the cat’s litter box scoop one more day they’re going to begin expressing their displeasure all over our bed.
We made the move without any major mishaps. Except for the hole Adam put in the wall while moving a dresser. And the key Adam left in the truck’s ignition that wound up draining the battery. And the drainage hose on the washing machine that started leaking coincidentally after Adam helped move it.**** All of that is fixed now, except for the hole in the wall, but that’s not important. We only need to fix the superficial things like that before we move again, and that’s not going to happen for a long time, at least until the kids are old enough to help lift.
* Literally, we used a 20-foot animal trailer to haul things. Thanks, dad-in-law.
** My stuff.
*** Her stuff.
**** Special thanks to Adam for driving down to help us move. He was worth what we paid him, which was a sandwich and some pizza.
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