This morning my coffee delivery came with a cat and a bird. We brought everything we needed for breakfast except spoons. It was almost calm considering it was "the big day". I had a handful of responses to my pleads for help yesterday, but only one yes. I was still very anxious, but Mike seemed collected.
I tried following his lead. We painted in the morning and I let people know when we expected to rent the truck. My mom was supposed to come get the kids at noon and it was clear Mike and I had more work than we could handle. I sent out another round of pleading texts and heard another round of polite nos. Of course now it was super last minute so I had expected as much.
The afternoon wore on and no sign of grandma. I got the Riley down for her nap and sent Isaac to play quietly in his new room. I was sweating bullets when I heard from my mom who was in stand still traffic on the bridge. I pressed on with painting and unpacking trying to keep my panic at bay. What a day it was turning out to be.
My mom picked up the kids around 2:30 and help arrived soon after. Boo's mom and I painted Isaac's room and than she left to get her husband who she'd enlisted to help load furniture in the truck. While she was gone our friend C around and helped me by painting the "up high" parts of Isaac's walls.
Boo's mom arrived with Boo and her Mike and soon the 3guys were off to U-haul. While they were gone the kids came back from the beach with grandma. The kids played while we moved boxes against the walls, swet and otherwise got the rooms ready for furniture. Once we were done and grandma had departed it was hours of trying to keep things that way while we waited. Not an easy task with two toodlers and an 8yr old on the loose.
I tried several time to text and call Mike for an update, but heard nothing. It was getting late so we ordered pizza so the boys would have something to eat when they arrived. It was right after we ordered the pizza that we heard from a Mike that the U-haul had a dead battery and they were waiting for a jump. What a day!
The boys arrived safely and everyone ate pizza. Boo's mom took all 3 kids back to her house for baths and pjs as soon as they were done eating. I directed furniture into rooms and sometime around 10pm it was done. The Mike's returned the U-haul and then we exchanged Boo's dad for some sleeping kiddos. We got to tuck them into their own beds when they got back.
It was while I was waiting for Mike and the kids to return that I realized it was a school night. I'm a terrible mother. The plan had changed so much over the weekend. I had asked Isaac to bring his backpack, but he hadn't. We had no school clothes or shoes, grr. I would fix it by getting up before 7 and rushing him to the old house before school started. Just when I thought my day was winding down.
I have survived. My good friends who came through repeatedly during my back surgery recovery when I had a baby at home and couldn't move saved the day again. I'm nominating C and Boo's family for sainthood or baking them cookies whichever I can manage when this move is over.
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