Moving Time...

Well, the move is finally done. They pack up our house last month on the 14th, moved it out on the 15th, left for Kentucky on the 19th, ended up having an abscessed tooth from a root canal from over 4 or 5 years ago, had oral surgery on the 22nd, finally started looking for places to live on the 23rd, found a place to rent on the 28th and put deposit down, signed new lease on May 3, transportation delivered our stuff on the 6th, had massive asthma attack in middle of night on the 6th (technically the 7th) around 2am due to the fact the previous tenant and that he or she had smoked (supposedly the carpet had been professionally clean, YEAH RIGHT!!), and now we are finally at the 13th, exactly 1 month from where we started – man, can more stuff be packed into such a short of period of time. I guess I don’t want to find out (and I bet I am even missing a couple of things in there.

Well, as you can imagine, it had its ups and downs.

Something that happened during the move is I had specifically wrapped up Mari’s hand molds in bubble wrap (if needed) and put in a special box and even labeled “Mari’s hand molds”. I told the movers they were to not be packed with our stuff as Keith and I would be taking them with us. These are items that can never be replaced and are completely priceless. I gave them to Keith to put in the car and that was the last I saw of them. When Keith and I were packing up the car to come to Kentucky on the 19th, the box with the hand molds was completely missing. Keith guessed the movers must have packed them. I figured Keith had either lost them somehow or for some stupid reason the movers did exactly what I told them not to do and packed them anyway.

As you can imagine, I was just in tears over this. On the way down to Kentucky, the moving company calls to check in on everything. I told her that Mari’s hand molds are missing and we believe the movers packed them after we specifically told them not to. So she checked into in and asked the packers about it. They specifically remembered me telling Keith to put them in the car and they said that is where they went. So as you can imagine I am even more upset. We had been at a rest stop at the time. I had started to drive and then I had to pull over as I was just too upset.

So Keith called his mom and asked her to really look around her house for the molds as the packers were adamant we had them. Needless to say, mom never found them.

Well, when the moving company delivered our stuff, their idea of unpacking our house was literally just removing our stuff and making big piles everywhere. Nothing got put away AT ALL. It was such a HUGE mess. About a day or two later (as the management company for our townhome was having a professional cleaner coming in to clean the carpets) we started to get everything either back in boxes or in the files cabinets and low and behold at the bottom of the pile was the box with the hand molds. Imagine that, the stupid packers had packed it after all.

Keith and I opened the box and fortunately all three were ok. It was such a relief to know we had actually found them.

Mommy misses you with all of her heart and loves you very much.