It’s getting close. Things start to get real at this point before a big move. Gathering up keys. Figuring out what needs packed and what needs to stay out. This is where my moving experience comes in handy. For example, Brenna said she wasn’t sure what she should have the kids pack from their rooms. My answer: if they want it moved, pack it. If they don’t, it gets tossed. I got the eye roll. Question 2. What about clothes? Everyone will need stuff to wear. We can’t just pack up all our clothes. Answer: Sure you can. But pack a suitcase as well. See I’m a problem solver!!
This is when things start to fall apart as well. Keyless entry decided to implode. Time to change the locks. Not a big deal. Or you wouldn’t think it was a big deal. This is when you realize how much you have came to rely on the door code. This is when you lock yourself out of the house about 30 times. Light bulbs burn out, the ice maker goes on the fritz and the sump pump blows up and causes something like this!!!!
Or a little rain shower rolls in and something like this happens.
Then you tell the wife to not buy anything more for the new house because we don’t want to have to move it multiple times. And because it is a reasonable request, she agrees so as not to create more work for her wonderful husband.
Then a tree needs trimmed up. But the limb is so high the fence has to be temporarily moved. But that means Otto the dog would be loose. So he has to be out on the cable in the front yard. But you know that Otto is a labradoodle which means he is at least half escape artist. So you put him in the harness so he doesn’t pull out of his collar. But you forgot that Otto is also criminally insane, so he chews his harness in half and escapes anyway. Then your homeschooled wife uses language that was NOT allowed in home school class. And then I laugh and laugh because Otto is in trouble and not me.
Then you get in a hurry or aren’t paying attention and that’s when accidents happen. Like this one
But don’t worry. Because what’s looks to be bad, isn’t really that bad. Because pictures don’t always tell the whole story.
So the sump actually went smoothly. The rain was just a sprinkle and the fence is back up so Otto the criminally insane dog is hemmed back in. So far moving just appears to be worse then it really is. Just like my finger.
But there is still plenty of time for things to go south. So when the phone rings and it’s your favorite real estate agent, the following words come to mind. Snafu, fubar and bohica.
To be continued…