Milieu of Me

Well here I sit at work, and if I wanted to I could drive my car away.

The impact of that statement is something I cannot convey to you through any words….It’s AWESOME.
We survived the weekend, and if you want all the sordid details, you should read below.

Friday morning as you can see from my previous postage, I wasted away at the doctor’s office. Then sped over to the new apartment complex to pick up our keys, anticipating that the movers would have been packing our stuff since about 10 am.

Again the stupid girl that helped us move in did not have anything ready, so it took forever and me sitting and watch her dancing around….again. This happens EVERY single time we go in there for anything. But I got the keys and took off towards Saint Paul, from Eden Prairie, figuring that by the time I got there I would be able to just pat the boys on the head and turn back toward Eden Prairie.

I get on I-494 (a place that from this day forward shall be called “The place where fire slowly burns my flesh”) an at NOON ON FRIDAY IT WAS WALL TO WALL TRAFFIC. So I call the boy, advise him of the situation. The boy advised me to go back to the new apartment, as it was almost one and my DVR was coming and I needed to meet the cable guy. Besides the movers weren’t anywhere close to being done….even though according to all estimates discussed and QUOTED TO US, by this time they should be more than halfway to Eden Prairie.

I couldn’t believe it but I heard correctly, come to find out later they didn’t even start moving stuff until 11:00, they spent the first hour dancing around debating where to park the stupid truck and picked the spot where the mailman had parked his truck, so they couldn’t POSSIBLY move anything until that was moved. Then the boy said that they moved all the boxes really quickly, but once that was done, they pretty much started going REALLY slow.

Keep in mind we are paying three men $150 per hour to be slow, AND we only have the elevator blocked off at the downtown apartment until 1:30….this time frame is absolutely RIGID and they fry you with their tentacles if you’re not done. I’m not kidding.

So the boy sounds completely relaxed, I completely panic. I keep calling him and freaking out because I’m pregnant and hormonal and completely determined that it’s all my fault because I’m pregnant and can’t move anything and if I wasn’t then my husband wouldn’t even have to mess with any of this. Because who wants to be pregnant anyway….I can’t even believe I cried because this line of thinking looking at it now is completely hilarious which is the only reason I can think of why my husband was so sweet to me and didn’t scream about what an IDIOT I was being, and how I was actually making it all worse…..
PLUS - I had no idea how we are going to pay the extra money for them to be slow, I’m concerned our stuff is not going to get all moved because they’ll cut us off for elevator time, and mostly I’m mad because we’re paying them A LOT OF MONEY so that we don’t have to do anything and I’m starting to get the impression there will still be a lot left to move once we are done.

So I go and let the cable guy in. He looks like Big Daddy, and he has my DVR so I love him instantly. I get cable and then head back to Saint Paul. I arrive back at the apartment to find that the storage closet has not been touched as well as four garbage bags of our clothes that they were supposed to have wardrobe boxes for that they didn’t, our plants, and a WHOLE bunch of stuff. And the moving guys are leaving. Turns out not only do they suck they can’t pack the truck right either.

I start SOBBING. Uncontrollably, and it takes my husband a half an hour to come upstairs, and I keep thinking about how that’s $75.00 and how I cannot believe how slow these guys are. He sees the panic, soothes me, and advised that I shouldn’t worry, anything above $500 is not a big deal at this point and we should just get moved and stop worrying so much. He said that he didn’t have to move any of the stuff that sucked, and told the movers that they had to move everything he couldn’t fit in our truck. And he’s not upset which ultimately was the thing I worried about the most.

To make a long story very short….needless to say we ended up paying them $800 and had four car loads of stuff to move. We moved two on Friday night, and then two on Saturday morning. By the time we’d cleaned the apartment on Saturday and got back over to Eden Prairie….again….it was 3. But we were VERY happy. We cleaned like maniacs and got our entire deposit back, they were uber impressed with our cleaning job. And whilst everything we owned was not completely moved, we felt like things were finally managable, but it was the most stressful thing ever and completely sucked that we had no one around to even be distracting. But that’s what happens when you move away.

We have been able to get most everything unpacked, minus the baby’s room, the den and the odds and ends boxes to do still. It’s REALLY nice though, and we’re REALLY happy with it.