Well it has been determined that moving is a b….. and I do not have any plans to EVER do it again. We moved out of the Sheriff’s house last Friday and have been living at the Mudry Estate while we are in between homes. Just a quick recap of a few “fun” things that have occurred since a week ago Tuesday.
1. Last Tuesday our movers were scheduled to come at 3pm to help pack the POD, they showed up at 8am, I quickly shooed them away and told them to come back at 3pm cause I was not ready for them. They came back at 5pm, yep seven hours early and two hours late, timing was not their strong suit that day.
2. As they were moving the frig out, in an attempt to shut off the water to the ice maker they broke a valve under the sink and in order to keep it from flooding the kitchen we had to shut the water off to the house until Super Dad came to fix it.
3. It took Super Dad almost four hours and three trips to Home Depot to fix the broken valve, he was not happy!
4. The Sheriff had the fun task of draining the two large fish tanks. While he was draining one of them the dogs were busy getting into trouble in the backyard so he went outside to stop their naughty behavior and the bucket he was draining the water into overflowed and spilled all over our wood floors. I can home to every single towel I had not packed yet air drying in the front yard and a house that smelled like stinky fish tank water. Thankfully he was able to dry it all up and the floors did not buckle. Our living room rug was destroyed (oh well) and had to be thrown away.
5. We packed the POD full and realized we had to rent a Uhaul to pack the rest of our junk treasured belongings. Cha Ching Cha Ching, ya that was expensive. We are now moving the Uhaul every 72 hours so we do not get a ticket and dodging the street sweeper on the first and third Monday's of the month.
All of our junk!
6. The Sheriff was home alone on Friday because I had to work and he oh so kindly packed all of my clothes in the very back of the Uhaul completely out of reach and I only had the clothes on my back and a few misc. items at my parents house. I had to go buy new clothes, underwear and I am rotating a couple pairs of socks through the line up in order to go to work this week.
7. Super Dad came by to help the Sheriff load the Uhaul and once they realized our crap was not going to fit in there Super Dad drove home, got his truck and came back to get the rest of our stuff. Super Dad looked like he was headed to Mexico to sell random crap, it was awesome and he is awesome. We seriously could not of done all of this without him.
8. The Sheriff has been sleeping in the garage because Ebo howls when left alone in his crate. I feel kind of bad for him.
9. The crib in my old room that I am currently residing in is my temporary dresser.
10. And best of all we get to go see our new house again on Friday!
EIGHT more days until we close escrow!!
And a few photos of our last few days...
We took a few photos in back and in front of the house.
The last time the Sheriff locks up his house, this picture makes me cry every time I look at it.
Yep, that is Gracie riding shotgun!
And the Sheriff trying to get to some of our stuff, no luck on my getting to my clothes.