Also, by shear luck, they delivered our household goods the day after we called. We were worried since the company said they would not set up a delivery until we had keys in hand. Along with prompt delivery, we some how managed to have little damage to our stuff. We are missing a box of clothes and whatever else they probably shoved in that box *** and a floor lamp is totally bent but Texas builders believe in overhead lighting so it isn't that big of a deal.



Moving day was insane. Once again, I had my kids and not because I didn't have about ten people offer to watch them or medically speaking I didn't feel comfortable taking them to a friend's house, but because the movers called my unusable phone instead of my cell phone so I had no idea when they would arrive. In fact, I was just about to call my neighbor to take the kids when a knock came at the door. Reeking of BO and lacking a bra, I had to let them in (your charge quite a hefty fine if they 'attempt' a delivery and no one is home). Stuck at a table with pages of itinerary in front of me and 3 kids needing me to be anywhere else but there, I was afraid of going postal. 5 hours later I was surrounded in boxes and full of guilt for ignoring my kids. Before they left, I asked them to unpack. Prepared by several previous military moved families, I knew that they would resist, but I didn't want to have to do it solo. In the end, they unpacked some of my kitchen stuff until their whining pushed me over the edge and I said they could go. The rest of the day is a blur. I should say the rest of this week has been a blur. Lots of anger and frustration and sorrow on mine and the kids part have been counter balanced by near completion of this moving craziness. I secretly feel like the boxes are reproducing behind the closed doors. Thank heavens for the playground that came with the house and imaginative kids.
***POST POST: I originally wanted to pack our own house and move it. Not because I love packing, but I had a sneaking suspicion that mess would meet me on the other end. Sure enough. It seems as though they would just sweep and throw whatever they found into a box and tape it up. They even packed a plastic part of the window from our Maryland home and a full garbage. They wouldn't disassemble our computer desk or a perfect storage shelf, but willingly demolished my elliptical. I plead with them not to do it especially since the "experts" who originally installed it couldn't put humpty together again. We are still waiting for it not to be a pile of metal. When we are finished unpacking and we post clean house pictures, I'll show you the end result of the elliptical.)