Water, Water, EVERYWHERE

Good Grief do I have some catching up to do...here we go

OK. So last week we were surrounded by clean up crews, apt managers, other homeless people as we all tried to figure out what to do. I got home from work and the rest of the day was spent simply sorting out all our options. The apartment complex finally offered us another apartment (AFTER offering everyone else one and ignoring the fact that we had no where to live) and so we took some random essential stuff over to it. Now when we first looked at the apartments this exact one is the one we wanted. (weird? and no we did not flood on purpose just to get this one...) It is a corner one, bottom floor, bigger living room, kitchen, dining room, and 2nd bedroom. Yep, we were pretty excited. SO we moved our bed over so we would at least be able to sleep there that night. The next day we woke up about 6:00 AM. ON A SATURDAY. What happened to sleep-in on Saturday? No idea. So we are up and the cleanup crew/packers/movers were suppose to be starting at 7. It was 7 and no one was there yet - shock. We went and picked up some doughnuts for everyone (here is a doughnut! ... don't break our stuff) and then they came a little later. From then until 11 that night we were moving. Mmhm. ALL DAY LONG. They brought in boxes, tape, packing paper and suddenly started pushing everything in boxes. They started with our room and were just flyin. BOOM there goes the lamp, WHOOSH there go our bathroom goodies...our entire closes was covered in plastic ready to be transported, boxes were being carried out continuously after they would finish. They got done with that room and then almost as soon as the last box was out, the demo crew came in and RIPPED up the carpet, sliced out the walls, and our bedroom suddenly looked like no one had lived there, ever.
Mom and I were trying to help pack everything up but the lady 'in charge' of all of that just seemed to gripe at us every time we did.
"Hey what can I help with?"
"you can pack up the dishes if you want"
"alright" ...(packing dishes)
( a few minutes later) " wait wait wait why are you doing that? you have to write the names of blah blah blah on the boxes and write the box amount on my piece of paper!"
...how in the world was I suppose to know that.

So we basically just stood around looking like idiots turning in circles, maybe picking up a box here and there to look like we were helping haha. We did run stuff back and forth to the new apt (which is a few buildings down) so that was good I suppose. I was SO GLAD she was there though because otherwise I would have felt so ridiculous haha. Thanks for being helpless with me mom :)
We finally got all that over with, everything packed up, everything moved, everything final. And we weren't going to have to pay - hallelujah. WHEW, finally done...so we thought (that always ramps up the suspense, doesn't it?)

Sunday we unpacked forever, and still barely made a dent in all we have left to do. Boxes are stacked EVERYWHERE. We did get most of the living room and kitchen done but as far as anything else goes...well, boxes still dominate.
The rest of the week went quickly. Monday I didn't feel well when I got home - nothing big just exhausted and a tiny (hence the tiny) fever. So that night instead of unpacking we just chilled and watched a movie because I was just so incredibly tired. The next night we unpacked a little but had no motivation. It is just overwhelming. I mean who really gets excited about that? YAY! BOXES! Ok I can understand setting everything up in a brand new house or at least a new place, but to move a few hundred feet down into basically the same layout? Not very exciting. The next night was church, next night after that was 'Chuck Night' (we get together with some people and eat and watch the show Chuck from ABC), and then there was Friday...

(* I wrote this on my lunch break so i will post again when I get home tonight!! haha or maybe I just wanted to keep the suspense growing...its working isn't it...)