A quickie update on the MOVE FROM HELL.

Sorry, faithful readers, for my lack of posts. I still don't have a computer access at the new house. Why? Please, read this update from my baby board, as I head off to the new house to continue my unpacking nightmare:

I’m here at mom’s for a few minutes before I head back home (hour and a half away) to continue unpacking. I had to come to town today because Sophie had a doctor’s appointment to check for cystic fibrosis. It’s a sweat test, and she doesn’t sweat much (neither do I) so they did it three times and they still may not have enough sweat to run the test. We were at the hospital from 9:30 until 3, and most of that time was spent with me walking Sophie around in the hot sun while she wore her winter coat. I can’t begin to describe the looks I was getting, from both her and strangers.

Anyhow, back to the nightmare move. We finally got our stuff from the movers Monday (two of the huge trucks crammed full). It took the four guys all day long. First thing they tell us? They broke our glass coffee table. It was handblown, one of a kind, made by artisans in NY. Chris bought it 7 or 8 years ago for around $800, and it’s surely appreciated since then, since it was really more of a piece of art than furniture. Plus it had lots of sentimental meaning - it was the first nice thing we owned, and it was a birthday gift from Chris. I was PISSED all day. Especially at Chris and my dad who insisted that it would be fine in storage and it was too big to have here in mom and dad’s house. Now, I’m over being so angry, but I’m still very sad. It was one of my favorite things. The other being a small crystal dinosaur that I haven’t found yet.

Which brings me to this: the moving company repacked most of our boxes, which means that now we have these huge boxes that I can’t begin to lift alone, piled all over the house and filled with a mix of things. Those idiots unpacked my Christmas decorations and put a few in at least 20 of the boxes I’ve unpacked already. A box may have a few kitchen utensils, a throw, some tools and some Christmas decorations all thrown in. Then they’re all mislabeled. Some of that I can forgive, because we have a lot of things that are modern design, and truthfully, can be hard to figure out what they are. But mainly it was just idiotic. When they were looking in the boxes I’d packed, they scribbled through most of the labels I’d written, and flipped the boxes over so that my sister’s labels (I was reusing a lot of her boxes) were showing. Then on top of ALL of that crap, they didn’t even put the boxes in the house in the right room according to the wrong label... *screams as head explodes*

This entire move has been a NIGHTMARE. We will NEVER EVER EVER use movers again. EVER. We’re up to about $1500-$2000 worth of things broken. A few of the bigger items: the coffee table, two pieces of Blenko art glass, a Snoopy cookie jar that was Chris’s when he was a kid, a bookshelf, a baker’s rack, and about 20 other less important things. Weirdest thing missing: my mop bucket. The ringer was still in the storage unit, but the bucket it gone.
Mom offered to keep the kids here until Saturday, so I can try to get at the boxes upstairs sorted out. It’s truly like someone went nuts and took every single thing we owned, mixed it all up and put it in random boxes. I know that end is there somewhere, but it’s not in sight yet. THIS SUCKS.

The good news, however, is that Izzy’s pool party ROCKED. We all had a great time, even though the pool is still cloudy. *weeps gently* If I ever find the rest of my computer, and if I ever get cable and internet (the guy came yesterday and said he couldn’t do it with all of the boxes in the way *pounds head on mom’s computer*) then I’ll post pics of the party.

Until next week, gentle reader, tootaloo.