So I'm behind on my postings.......I have a good reason.  Really I do.  We moved.  Around the corner.  Yup, we moved around the corner and it took over a week to get it all done.  And the worst part is that we aren't even unpacked yet.

I prepared for this move.  I really did.  I made a plan.  I rented a truck, I took a week off work.  I had a plan.  I was ready.  Yeah, right.  You know what "they" say about plans, right?  "The best laid plans of mice and men often go asunder" or something like that.  And my plan went asunder.

I tried packing stuff up ahead of time.  That didn't work.  So, the week of, I was trying to get stuff packed and moved.  Here's the problem.  The new place wasn't ready yet.  The good part is that the new place is owned by my daughter and her husband.  They are renting it to us.  They decided to move back to their other place once those tenants moved out.  It's a long story for a different day.  Trust me.

Anyway, she was trying to move out of one place into the other, and we were trying to do the same thing.  It was really a comedy of errors.  Today I can laugh about it.  The week of moving, not so much.

The first few days, my husband was working, so it was up to me to get as much done as possible.  I tried.  Then my husband was off work.  That's when the fun really started.  4 days of solid moving, one of which involved a truck.  We enlisted help for the day of the truck.  We got all the big stuff moved.   We took the truck back the next morning with a whopping 5 miles on it.  Like I said, we were moving around the corner.

The last day of moving, the hubs was back to work, which probably saved his life. Don't get me wrong, he was a tremendous help.  His ability to lift and move heavy objects is amazing.  He just doesn't think the same way I do, God love him.  So, when he went back to work on Sunday, I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief.  The upstairs still had to be finished, and then we had to do the obligatory wipe down/vacuum.  Thank goodness we didn't have to clean the carpets, as the apartment was being renovated once we were out. 

One of my dear friends came over as did one of my son in loves.  We got it done.  There was still garbage that needed to be taken out, and my oldest planned on doing that the next day.  The landlady was gracious and said we could come back the next night to do the vacuuming, etc.  We did it!!!!

Of course, the next day, the garbage didn't get hauled, because the youngest granddaughter got sick, so we loaded it up and took it to the new place, along with the rest of the trash, and then vacuumed and wiped stuff down.  8:00 pm on Tuesday night, and it was finished.  We went to our new home and promptly crashed. 

As I said, it was a typical adventure for our family.  We had a plan, and it didn't work.  That's okay.  We got it done, we worked together, and life is now good.  I don't have the bass from the neighbors echoing in my ear at 9:30 pm every night.  I'd say that's a good thing!