You know how I said the movers were coming last week? And you guys were all really sweet with the well wishing? Well. The Blizzard of Oz hit and they postponed for Tuesday. When round two of snowmageddon is scheduled to hit. However, it’s only supposed to be another foot on top of the foot currently on the ground, so I’m not really worried.
Except that my pants are on fire because I’m completely worried! We close on Friday, y’alls! They want two days to pack, and one day to move. D is in Texas for two weeks, and I’m at a complete loss because since this is a company relocation, I have zero control over the rest. We’ve cleaned everything but the floors, so I need to get back up there one more time to make sure the place is shining for the new owners.
Which, by the way, I heard from and they are completely delightful! Hiiiiii, Mrs. “O”!
Jr. spent the night Wednesday night with my in-laws, because they usually get him at least one day a week. D went to work. Then it started to snow and my office closed. I was home all alone, and my boys were snowed in where they were. I’d already cancelled the satellite and we hadn’t gone grocery shopping because we didn’t want to move food. It got dire, friends. I was down to a little wine and half a box of girl scout cookies. I was about to gnaw my way through the snow to the nearest Chipotle.
But it was kind of nice to have a little time to say goodbye to the house.
I didn’t starve, and my boys eventually made their ways home. After working for 48 hours straight,
D came home and shoveled the driveway, made Junior a snowman, AND an igloo. Daddy of the year!
Bill also really enjoyed the snow day.
We did make our way over to my parents, but this post is already kind of long so I’ll tell the tales of their insufferable hospitality on another day.
Until then, wish us (and the movers, and the new home owners) luck!