So this weekend we moved.

Or I guess we’re still moving since we still have at least one car load of crap left at our old place. A car load of crap I simply cannot motivate myself to get, especially since in our own personal method, none of it is boxed up and it will all have to be collected, boxed and then put in the car. Sometimes our procrastination tendencies seriously bite us in the ass. I’ll worry about that later though.

Friday we packed in earnest for the first time, despite my fool proof “pack one room a day” plan. It was more like, pack one item a day and then get distracted by anything other than packing. So Friday was packing hell.

Saturday morning we got up at the crack of dawn, loaded each of our cars and drove out to the new place (30 miles from the old one) and got the keys and information. Can I just say that them not doing the walk through with us, but instead having us do it and turn it in in 3 days is like the dumbest thing any apartment complex has ever done? Yea, all 30 of those scuff marks in the stair well were definitely there before we moved in. And no, they don’t perfectly match the color of the paint/wood/metal of the furniture upstairs. Of course not.

My dad and step-grandpa came and helped us move, and truly we couldn’t have done it without them. They loaded two trailers full of our stuff and they worked harder than two men should ever work on a Saturday in 90+ degree heat. After all was said and done the only collateral damage was 1 wine glass, which I think is pretty impressive. Especially since we have at least 7 other wine glasses that we never use anyways.

Oh and maybe my dad’s back. Since my husband thought it would be funny to label his extremely heavy book boxes like this, not understanding that sarcasm doesn’t always translate when written in Sharpie on a box on moving day.

The only really dumb decision we made (besides choosing to move into a two story townhome) was inviting my mother-in-law. My father-in-law was immensely helpful, as were my brother-in-law and nephew. But my MIL spent about 100% of her time making comments about the things we were doing wrong, prompting even my father to ask if we had killed her by the end of the night (the answer was no). The woman has impeccable taste and can be super helpful when decorating a new place, but she struggles a bit with the biting her tongue about imperfect things thing.

We brought the cats late Saturday night after all the major things were moved in and all the family left. I’m not sure how to sum up the experience. It was by far the longest 30 mile car ride of all time. Shmo started the meowing, then he and Karma had a repeated chorus back and forth for what felt like several years in the back seat. Each meow getting progressively louder than the first, to the point that it resembled the talking Carl fight.

And then we brought them inside and Karma took the very cautious explorer route, which was to be expected, she has moved before, she can handle it. She eventually found her way to a sink and was fine.

Shmo on the other hand has never really lived anywhere besides our old apartment and he freaked the hell out. He burrowed under the couch, which is barely tall enough for him to smoosh his head under. Then we finally convinced him to go up the stairs (okay, fine, I picked him up, him silently hissing the whole time, and brought him upstairs) and he immediately burrowed under the bed. The burrowing was his coping mechanism, it was almost cute until he decided to burrow under the covers of the bed at 3 in the morning and in between my husband’s pillows at 5.

Okay fine, the burrowing in the pillows was still cute.

Shmo also spent the whole first night hissing at Karma, I’m pretty sure he blamed her, which I was kind of okay with. Better her than me. He seems better now, he’s nearly returned to his role as king of the house. Or at least king of the mess of boxes for now.

We are all adjusting and exhausted and still not even close to unpacked, which is unfortunate. But we are getting there. It only took us two days to realize that the kitchen didn’t have a microwave, so you know, we’re totally on top of things. I’m hoping to have pictures of the place by this weekend to share with you next week, but don’t hold me to that. There’s no telling what method I’ll find for procrastination between now and then.

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