Saturday, August 27, 2011

Moving Days 2-5

Wednesday--To be honest, I'm grateful this day has already faded into a blur. I can tell from the bruises and sore muscles that we moved a ton of furniture and boxes. EM stepped up to the plate and functioned as a grown-up, which made the whole day possible, although I can't say we all stayed cheerful. We slept on the floor at the inn that night, since we had arranged for the new innkeeper to move in on Thursday.

Thursday--Michael and EM took one last load to the house in the U-Haul truck. That load looked less like an organized move and more like an emergency evacuation, with assorted good crammed in laundry baskets and plastic totes. Despite lofty goals to have beds assembled, the kitchen organized, and bathrooms cleaned, the three older kids slept on mattresses on the floor.

Friday--Michael and I were back at work from our lovely new office. I drove down to the inn for an hour in the morning to review some of the paperwork and computer systems and retrieve a few left items. In the afternoon, we tried out the pool, only to discover that the heater isn't on and there seems to be a trick to starting it that we haven't discovered. Fortunately, the day was warm enough that a cold pool was refreshing. (We have a call in to the pool guy to arrange for a time for him to walk us through the systems.)

Saturday--After helping with the initial early breakfast rush at the inn, I drove the kids to the city to return IM's trumpet (she's decided it is not the instrument for her), buy a few last items for school, and replace some household things that stayed at the inn. Shopping trips exhaust me on a good day. The Saturday before school starts, when all the college students are moving into their dorm rooms and apartments, AND everyone is stocking up on essentials in advance of the hurricane? Clearly Dante needed a new level of hell. However, the unpacking continues at a steady pace, I successfully ran a load through the new-to-me front-loading washer, and the kids and I shuffled boxes around in the garage to make room for the car. (I figure if there is a day to park inside, it's the day the hurricane hits.

There is a lot more work ahead of us, but we are enjoying the process.

1 comment:

Pat B said...

It sounds like you need a big hug :-)