So last weekend we moved into the new house.
Actually we moved on Friday, but I was absent because payroll was due and then there was a training that nobody else could do. So The Lovely Rhonda was forced to begin the move without me.
We hired some thugs and a truck because a) we have a lot of crap, b) some of it is very heavy, and c) I have these terrible feet.
I have new orthotics but they only help so much. The last time I saw the podiatrist I told her that I had accepted the fact that even with good shoes and orthotics I still have only so much foot-time on any given day. She told me that it was good that I had accepted this because it was true.
Pretty much from this point forward, this is my new reality. Trips to Disneyland will always involve a rented scooter. Big projects in the house or yard will always involve painkillers and more than likely, hired help as well. The temporary parking pass may become permanent.
At the end of a typical day, my feet might be a little tired but I don’t require pain medication.
But, moving house is not typical.
So the hired thugs stuffed our crap into the truck and moved it and then they went back for more crap. They worked hard and they didn’t slack off at all, and we tipped them pretty generously. At the end of the day, most of our crap was in the new house, and anything that wasn’t a piece of furniture was piled in the garage.
You really get to know who your friends are when you’re moving. Kimberly came over on multiple occasions and helped us pack, which was so enormously helpful I can’t even form words around the concept. My mouth just hangs open when I try. Another friend, Jerry, came and helped us paint the kids’ bedrooms in the new house and hung curtain rods and such, and then helped paint the old house (which is now a rental). He won’t accept any money for this. When we posted on FB that we needed a plumber and couldn’t get anyone to call us back, he came over and fixed a leaky sink at the new house as well.
The day after the main move we had a bunch of friends and family volunteer to come over and help with various things. Heather helped me unpack a lot of boxes. Anhata and Frank and their kids came and packed up the last of the junk at the old house, along with friends Sarah and Joni and my cousins Carmen and Emily. Between Frank, Jerry and my Dad, we got all the appliances hooked up.
And of course our Best Handyman Kenny is in the house (literally), installing the baseboards and the new dishwasher in the rental. He’s not a volunteer but he’s family anyway.
At the end of the weekend we had the basics sort of unpacked — unfortunately, since I wasn’t there to grab the last-minute essentials (hair product, Minecraft game disc, etc) we have all been without a few of our Favorite Things for a solid week. I’ve had to find other methods of taming my hair, and the kids have been forced to entertain themselves by going to the park, unpacking boxes in their rooms, and playing on alternate electronic platforms, but somehow we all survived.
Essentially I’ve been on my feet about three times as much as usual in the past week with painting/packing/moving/unpacking, and some of that time I’ve been shifting boxes around, so the moral of this story is rapidly becoming the following statement: codeine is my friend. The temporary disabled parking permit has gotten a workout, because any step saved is a blessing to me right now.
Also? The new house is nice, and I think we will all like it here.