|G & M enjoying the excitement.|
Packers arrive on Wednesday. A guy and two ladies. Very nice, hardworking, and quiet. All is well. They work for about 5 hours and leave. Day One - complete! Success.
Packers return on Thursday. Same guy and two ladies. They finish all the packing, but leave a whole bunch of stuff out... like rugs and pillows, etc. Day Two - 1/2 way completed. 1/2 way success.
|M supervising the Move... |
note: moving truck trying to back down our street.
Loading begins. The workers work hard, but notice there are some miss-tagged boxes. [For any non-frequent movers out there, the packers packed up boxes and then stuck stickers with numbers on them.... then we get a form with corresponding numbers and they write what item/box/furniture goes with that number. When we unload, we mark off each number when it is brought into our new house... essentially it is our inventory.] So driver is tagging some stuff, and trying to organize the items already tagged by the packers. I'm a little worried... I've never experienced confusion at this stage of the moving game before. Sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Loading continues. The truck our driver brought was already 2/3 full of other people's stuff when he showed up at our house. P and I both thought... wow, all of our stuff is going to fit in that little space?! Hmmmm. Well at least the truck will be ready to head out to CA right away. Should have known better...
...around noon, the driver comes over to me, nonchalantly, and mentions "yeah... so... you know, there isn't enough room in this truck... so I'm going to call dispatch.... they'll send another truck." I think my eyes bugged out a little and my eyebrows raised - I'd like to think I raised one eyebrow in a very dramatic way, but I don't think I can even do that - so he quickly added, "I'll stay here the whole time and make sure they show up." Hmmmmmm..... sinking feeling increasing depth.
Hallelujah - My mom shows up from the airport to help occupy the kids while all of their belongings disappear out of the house by a handful of strangers and go onto a big huge truck.
I run errands (returning cable boxes, etc.), come back, and the second truck has arrived... and a whole bunch of our furniture is sitting in our neighbor's driveway. I wonder how we are supposed to know which stuff/furniture/boxes is
on which truck. Is there any way they are keeping track of this? Nope. Sinking feeling reaches even deeper depths.
Oh, and did I mention the second truck didn't happen to bring those big packing quilts that they wrap your furniture in to make sure it doesn't get dinged and banged up??? Nice. "Well, we don't have time to go get some," they told my husband, "but if you want we can come back on Monday to finish, [mind you it is Friday evening and our furniture is sitting outside at this moment] oh wait, Monday is a holiday... we could come back on Tuesday and finish." Yeah, that won't work. P is leaving TOMORROW to drive our van across the country and I fly out with the kids on Tuesday. Go ahead; pack up our stuff uncovered. Feeling.... SUNK.
The driver of truck #1 assures us that he "thinks" he's heading straight out to California... he should be there in about a week.... but of course, remember, the contract with the Navy says they have until the 24th. SURELY it won't take 17 days to get there, right? Riiiiiiight.
The driver of truck #2 assures us he will unload all of our stuff as soon as he gets to the wharehouse, cover all the furniture and re-pack it. Hmmmmm. Hope so.
And there goes most of our earthly possessions.... (today is October 19th and we haven't seen them since.)