Move it Move it

As my most fabulous Aunt Stacey told me, we now have our very own horror story to go along with our closing.  The title company tried to tell me we couldn’t close until Tuesday when all along Friday had been written into our contract. I cried acted like I was smarter than them and clearly, we closed on Friday.

I then had to bitch convince the plumber to be here Monday to hook up our new stove and put in the waterline for our refrigerator because my small child couldn’t go without. 

Next up, painting the kitchen. We forgot to tape the ceiling at first, so that ended with green paint where it doesn’t belong.  Not so terrible.

Saturday, which would have otherwise been a perfectly fine day to move, was already booked up with Grease! and Mike working. So, we got next to nothing done.

Sunday = moving day. A very unorganized orchestration. But, productive. And let me just say, that had we not been moving close by it would have only taken 1/2 a trip to convince me that yes, getting a U-Haul or other large capacity vehicle was the smart choice.  But, we had 1 pickup truck and 2 SUVs. About a million and two trips back and forth. And there is still more stuff to be moved.

But.

We are in.

Boxes are everywhere and the house is in a state of disarray.

But, we are sleeping here. The cable works. The refrigerator and stove work. The neighbors are a bit unique. The living and dining rooms still need painted. And furnished.

It’s all ours to do whatever we want with.

And as hard as I have tried over the past 48 hours to click my heels together 3 times and summon some small elves to unpack and organize, looks like all the elves are busy. Or, my shoes are broken again……