Moving Day- Part 2

Can I just take a second to thank my mother for putting up with our mess and my father for putting up with my mother. I'm happy to say we are out of my parents house and into our own. I am also happy to say that everybody made it out alive.

The actual moving experience was good. We moved fairly quickly since all of our belongings were in the garage. Of course it had to rain, it wouldn't be moving day with out a little rain. And we picked up Heather to help.

We didn't have the kids with us so Cary, Heather, Doggy and I piled in the Uhaul. As we were unloading. Cary and Heather were carrying on, like they normally do. I swear they are just like siblings. I was in the truck literally throwing things. When you move as much as I do, you don't care if something breaks... OK, you do care... you just care less. Anyway, I threw out one of Jaxson's tents that look like a school bus. It has a little steering wheel and windows and doors, and Cary caught it, but after he caught it he unfolded it and put it on. To make things even weirder, Heather jumped in there with him and they started driving it around the garage. Making little car sounds and Heather said she was on the short bus. You know those moments in life that are just meant for you and your friends and somebody, an "outsider" sees one of those moments? That was Cary and Heather, our new neighbors walked up to greet us for the first time when they were dancing around the garage in their short bus. What a way to meet the neighbors! I was just happy that it wasn't me. It usually is.

After we got done with the Uhaul we ran to Wal-Mart. Let me just say, there is nothing like three grown adults in a Uhaul that need a shower.

The next day we moved the rest of our things. The make ready guy was still working on the house when we arrived. Every time Cary said anything about unloading the Uhaul, the guy came running in to ask Cary to help with something. After almost two hours of trying to get unpacked, my con artist husband pulled the guy aside and ended up with three beers and $30. Only Cary.

We finally got everything in the garage and my mom came over to help paint. Little did I know that I needed her to pep talk me before I cleaned the bathroom. How come black hair is the worst thing you can find in your drain? On a woman it's exotic and beautiful, but when it's stuck to your bath tub it makes you want to vomit. The worst part is, is that the black hair is everywhere. In the tub, toilet, the kitchen! But it gets even better, in the master bathroom. We had those shower doors, you know the ones that slide. I couldn't even look at them they were so nasty so I had Cary pull them off. Under the metal there was mold and BLACK HAIR. I'm surrounded.