Friday, I got home from work early because of working over my 8 hours every day earlier in the week. With all that extra time on my hands (it was only around 3:45 p.m.), I called my parents and asked if they would like to start moving. I need my dad's truck after all.
They came over, but they didn't seem to be happy about it. Instead, they were super stressed out and everyone was getting grouchy. I really honestly don't know why they were all so worked up - this day was a free day, and we had planned to get mostly everything moved on Saturday. I figured it was time we wouldn't have had otherwise and I saw it as an opportunity to take it easy for some of the weekend - something none of us have been able to do since I bought the house.
Move-in day was quickly gearing up to be one of my top 5 all-time worst days. I'm pretty sure my mom's still pissed, but I can't help it if I want to do things my way for the first time. I don't think it's that much to ask since it is my house after all. I don't think that makes me less appreciative of their help.
Here it is, 1:47 a.m. and things are still in boxes strewn about the house, but that's because we don't have all the furniture in place just yet and we have to clean everything off as we place it. I did get the rest of the blinds hung.
We still have the apartment until March 31. It kind of sucks that we moved so early because we did pay for those 11 days in a prime spot downtown (and they weren't cheap days) and we seem to be wasting them. We still have some things down there... like lots of clothes, kitchen stuff, one couch and one dresser. We still have lots of cleaning to do so that Julie can come check everything out on Wednesday.
The other part of me is glad to be here tho, typing this from my pretty blue office. Photos once the boxes are gonzo.
Luv!
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Good luck! I hope the move goes well. I will visit once you are all settled.
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