Well, we did it. We are finally moved into our new house. I’d estimate that we are approximately 92.5% moved in and unpacked. Pictures are hung on the walls, all of the furniture is in place, shoot – my wife even went out and bought two new rugs to “bring the room together”. Thank god she can decorate. My idea of decorating is a stolen “No parking” sign over the toilet.
All of this within the first 48 hours. Yes, you read that right – two days. Come to think of it, the office and the garage are all that remain. My wife has a reputation for getting things done, and she didn’t disappoint. Although, as a byproduct, I think that we were both a bit snippy over the weekend. Ok, I’ll admit that I was a bit more snippy than anyone else. This coming weekend I plan on taking out my pent up aggression on a STUIPD flowering bush that puts flower petals into my pool. That bush makes me sooo angryyyy.. *deep breaths, deep breaths*
Of course, the move was a very well choreographed exercise in contractor management. I can only assume that my own career as a business/technology consultant has gifted me with skills to manage other like employees. (Well, that and how to squeeze as many meals out of free hotel food…. Breakfast bagels for lunch AND dinner!) On Friday, we had EIGHT people in our house performing one service or another: 2 movers, cable guy, phone guy, countertop guy, cabinet guy, dishwasher guy, refrigerator/stove guy. This doesn’t even include the 4 or 5 family members that were in and out during the day. I slept WELL that night. That, and I washed my hands a lot. I swear I’ve never shook so many sweaty hands. Seriously countertop guy – wipe that bear claw on your pants first.
Here are some pictures of the end result. Feel free to stalk me in real life now that I’ve invited you into my home.
Starting to pile up the boxes:
Getting the beds set up
Some "finished product"
My brother in law and I "helping" (Sort of like a 4 year old "helps" his dad mow the lawn)