Moving Day!
So, where did we leave off with our crazy moving chaos? That’s right, The Chick Magnet and I and the kids had enough of the whole separation thing. It was wearing me down physically, mentally and emotionally and it was hard on the hubby as well.
You guys may remember when we made the decision to start looking for a house. Everything kicked into high gear very quickly. We put a couple of offers in that got rejected, we found some houses that were quickly posted as pending and then, after looking nearly 1000 homes, we finally found this one. It had almost everything we were looking for and the price was perfect. The price was more than perfect actually. Which of course means there is always a catch.
Being a bank-owned property meant we had to jump through what seemed like hundreds of hoops. The house was priced far below what we were approved for, less than half actually, so you would think things would have been easier. But they weren’t. Literally every week was a test of faith as a new call from our realtor revealed another issue that could make or break the deal, even though we had an accepted offer and loan pre-approval.
Meanwhile, we were making plans on our end, packing up our house, scheduling movers, tieing up loose ends and had renters set up to move into our house in Indiana. This deal HAD to go through or it was going to be a nightmare for all involved.
The day before our movers were set to arrive we called our lender to be sure everything was still in place. Our lender assured us that indeed everything was moving forward as planned. The movers came on a Thursday. The plan was for them to pack everything up, The Chick Magnet was to fly home on Friday and then we were to head to Florida Saturday to make it here in time for our closing on Monday morning.
In the middle of all of the packing and sorting out the details, my daughter had one last violin concert the day we were leaving. As if that didn’t add enough stress to an already incredibly stressful event, that Saturday just happened to be The Chick Magnet’s 35th birthday. And I, being the lunatic awesome wife that I am, decided I also needed to throw him a surprise party.
On the day we were leaving.
What’s that you say? Hadn’t the movers already come and taken our stuff? Oh yes, yes they had.
It was a “bring your own lawn chair” type of party. I had to spend two days trying to get everything ready for the party, cook party food but try to keep it hidden from The Chick Magnet, deep clean our entire house for our renters, and finish packing up what was left to be loaded onto our van.
Good times. Good times.
What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment.
Next week, I’ll continue the story and tell you how the whole moving-across-the-country-driving-all-night-with-4-kids-whilst-suffering-from-lovely-morning-sickness things went.
Don’t be too envious of my glamorous life now!
The Chick
Woman! You are nuts! So glad you are safe and sound in your new home and so excited to hear about baby number 5!
and I think I’m a glutton for punishment at times! Goodness, you have me beat by a mile! or a hundred! BUT you survived as did the children and your husband. There will be stories told in the years to come, the children will remember things and you will all get a good laugh! My brother and SIL moved from NV to PA when my SIL was pregnant with #6 (they have 8 now). Oh and by the way, you are obviously WAY stronger than you ever give yourself credit! =)