Monday, August 01, 2011
The menfold got most of the big stuff moved over a few days ago, but yesterday was sspend dealing with that 10% of debatable goods. The stuff you would really rather just throw away, but know you'll need eventually and won't want to re-buy. The stuff you pack half heartedly that will likely be smashed or never found anyways. The stuff that just kills any motivation to finish the move and leaves you asking things like, "How illegal is arson, really?"
The thing about this move that's different is that we're storing the big stuff, but keeping about four months worth of stuff with us. We're in a major holding pattern right now and don't know what to do. We're going to camp(yep, literally) out on base for a bit and just wait. The RV has certainly shaken things up a bit...
Late into the night two nights ago we were dealing with that 10%. Yesterday, still. This afternoon, we decided to run one more load of stuff out to the RV. We made it here with about twenty minutes before Sean had to leave for work. Luckily, one of the bonuses to camping is that work is literally around the corner. Regardless, he was sweaty and tired and in no mood for foolishness. He wanted to "hook up the water real quick" so we could flush and wash and brush teeth and all that jazz.
I came in with the kiddos as it was a "real quick" thing and started unpacking something. I heard running water, but it seemed a bit more geiserly than usual. It seemed really loud. One peek into the bathroom and I yelled, "SHUT IT OFF! SHUT IT OFF!" Only, Sean couldn't hear me.
My wonderful new phone with fancy schmancy navigation would NOT show me how to get "home." I pulled into a parking lot at one point to talk it into working. As we were sitting, waiting to hear the robotic British voice speak sweet, sweet directions at us, Felix came up to the front seat as usual. Any time we pause, he unbuckles. He was jumping around in the car, adding to my frustration when I hear, "Mommy, I need a drink. HURRY! I NEED A DRINK!" I was all, "What? Why? What's wrong?!" He was holding his mouth, so I thought maybe he grabbed a mint that was too minty or something at Jason's. Turns out, it was a sucker that I didn't even know he had. Luckily, the stick had already come unattached and he choked the ginormous sucker down. Scared the crap out of me.
Sean was in a part of the hospital with no reception and the worst part about it all is that I knew where I was, just not how to get on base. I found three different gates, all of which were closed. I ended up downtown, circling the Towers of the Americas and ready to give up. Saturday night downtown, wow. Never. Never ever ever again.
Once I finally found an open gate, all was well.
During the two hour trek of feeling like Adventures in Babysitting, I was full of what-were-we-thinking moments. The AC is jacked up, the water junk is...junk, I can't find my way around downtown, I need space, I can't live in an RV with three kids!
When I finally got ahold of Sean, after leaving him messages of me freaking out not knowing where I was and leaving cross streets should we get caught in cross fire and crying about Felix almost dying on a sucker and and and(I left a lot of messages), he seemed a bit doubtful that we could pull this off, too.
But we can and it's gonna be awesome. Just wait and see.
*That was all two days ago. Yesterday, things got worse. The short version, Sean stayed up over 40 hours, we cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and then had the landlord walk in and ask, "Did you clean at all?"
Note: if you need to stay awake for an obnoxious amount of time...Starbux Grande Americana double shot. It did lead to speaking with an Irish accent around hour 39, but other than that, Sean was very chill. :)
Posted by CAmport at 8:38 AM