This would have been the day, where I signed my kids up for a Mother's Morning Out at the church or something, but that would require more than half of a functioning brain. So, after an hour of The Princess of Wails being constantly in the way of men holding heavy furniture with white knuckles, and trying to stuff as many boxes as we could to avoid more car trips, I surrendered in retreat. The children and I headed back to the new place, while Mr. Incredible and the men endured stifling heat and box stuffing alone for the next couple hours.
It really was a chaotic day. Picture four moving men, a crew of six painters and three children standing in open doorways meant for four moving men. At two o'clock, all of the furniture had been loaded and the men where heading to the farm with the two trucks.
There are no words to describe what it feels like to finally have furniture in the farm house after living with just a table set, and mattresses on the floor for over a month. Each room in the house transformed into a cushy haven of rest with the warmth of wood along the walls. It was amazing to watch, and like Christmas to unwrap the shrink wrap on the furniture and not discover a single ding or scratch.
Tom Builder had the ingenious idea of numbering each of the main rooms in the house with a sheet of paper. Normally, one might shout to the mover that this or that box goes in the family room, but when there are two of everything, it gets a little more complicated. So the number system worked really well, and Mr. Incredible just shouted out a number as each item passed by. When all was said and done, some rooms were filled and complete, while a couple stood empty. Isn't that how it should be when you move into a house with a round belly? Maybe that is where the term "Wiggle Room" comes from.
The unfortunate fact, is we still need to go back to our house of seven years, and clean out more closets, storage, a garage, and a workshop. Not the most exciting stuff to stay motivated over. I just want to stay here and nest for the next two years (which is how long it will take me to go through these boxes of random junk). But the job is not over.
Tom Builder and I, after many MANY days, finally had the treat of watching a movie on a TV screen, in a comfortable couch on a Friday night. I could at last prop my flattening feet on top of a coffee table, and think about something other than moving for the next two hours. Normalcy is near. And THAT is what keeps me moving.
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