The Big Move

So, if you haven't figured it out, we moved this last week.  Spawns and I left the hood and traveled east to white trashville.  Big step up if you ask me!

Moving sucks!  Growing up we moved every few years.  Up until I was 22 I had never lived in a house longer than three years.  So, I am an expert mover.  Organized, ready to go.  I know what to expect, how it goes down and what a pain in the ass it is.

Not only is it hard work, the help is crazy bad.  Stupid cat was everywhere, wanting to live in every box. I almost just packed his balless self in a box and taped it up.  On top of that, I have discovered that Spawn does not clean when she is supposed to. No wonder she doesn't ever want us in her room!

 

By the time the movers showed up, everything in the house was packed and downstairs.  All they had to do was move it out the door, around the corner, down the elevator and two blocks out of the complex to the moving truck.  Yeah, quite a trek and a very long day!  

Spawns, the movers and my friend Amy were moving all morning long, it was crazy tiring and overwhelming. I have never wanted to be done with anything more than getting everything in the truck and to the new house.

Once we were all packed, we headed the ten miles over to the new house and frankly, I watched the movers unload.  I just did not have it in me anymore to do anything!  It took them five hours to pack, one to unpack.  Because of the time, I had them throw furniture in the house and boxes in the garage.

 

Can I just give you one piece of advice when moving?  Don't do it on a weekend that you already have packed full of activities.  That is not a smart idea, I promise.  Listen to me.  It sucks balls.  Big ones!

 

Truck is empty, we have 15 minutes to get it back.  You should have seen Baby Spawn and I driving this big ass moving truck, it was funny as hell, we laughed the entire time.  As soon as we dropped it off, we had to fight traffic up north to pick up our bibs for the 5k the next night.  Yep, that is right, we had a 5k on moving weekend, doesn't get better people!

After we get bibs, we take Jan home, race back to get Baby Spawn to Little League draft, grab dinner <thats right... Carne Asada Fries> and walk in the door at 8:30 pm.  You know five, hours after we left.

We have no beds set up, we have no towels or PJ's.  Hmmmmmm..... did not think about that!  Note to self and anyone moving, make sure you pack for the night and next day!

I put the beds together and we all crashed around midnight.  I was back up at 5:30 moving furniture around.  I DO.NOT.LIKE.CHAOS getting the house in order was not an option, it had to be done and fast.

Moved the living room around four times before I was happy with it, then we dived into the forty boxes.  It sucked, sucked more than balls, sucked grapefruits if you ask me!

 

The last box was unloaded and put away around four.  Spawn in her usual fashion was a HUGE help in all the move.  She packed three whole boxes and unpacked a hat.  Yep, could not have done this without her!

Spawn and I had to be out the door by 4:30 for the Electric Run that night.  Yep, I had 30 minutes of rest, no food and sore body.  Fun Times people!

Needless to say, we came back to our new home.  We belong here. It is peaceful, we are all so happy, it is our fresh start as Baby Spawn says.  Sometimes the eight year old has the perfect words for the situation.  As little as he is, he amazes me in his outlook at life and his willingness to be the most helpful little man he can!