(And by "comedy" I mean "that thing that's not funny at all")
Oh....where do I begin?
It's been a few days since I've posted because we spent the weekend moving from Colorado to Illinois. This all seems so very familiar, doesn't it? Perhaps you remember two years ago (almost to the day) when we packed up and moved from Illinois to Colorado?
Yes, we've been here before.
I've come to the conclusion that moving is a lot like childbirth in that you delude yourself into thinking there was never any pain. Then you do it again and you think "Oh no. I forgot about this part."
That's what happened with us and moving. I'll give you the short version. And if you think you hear annoyance in my voice, well, you'd be right.
This whole thing has made me downright feisty. I get that from my dad.
Last Thursday, our buyers walked through the house. We were surrounded by boxes and chaos so naturally it annoyed me they were even there. Especially since I was told their Realtor just wanted to check to be sure we'd fixed the concrete patio. Oddly, their inspector had come out the week prior to check the same thing.
It was still fixed (surprise).
Anyway, as they left, their agent said "And is the attic fan fixed?"
I said, "What attic fan?"
Here's what I've learned. When an inspection comes back with four things that need to be fixed and you say "What fan?" you should actually NOT SIGN anything until your Realtor finds out what fan they're talking about. Also, you shouldn't say you'll fix it (no matter what) because it's a fan. Not a safety issue. When people try to make you think you're going to lose the deal over a fan, ignore them.
It'll cost you $250. It'll change all your plans. It'll make you realize that your Realtor's "I need this signed today by 5 p.m." is not okay since you don't have all the details.
So, now that we actually had the answer we'd been looking for for at least three weeks, we had a fan to fix, and we were ticked. A fan? Really? We'd fixed everything else (also not safety issues) on this house...and on their way out the door, they made sure they were also getting the extra paint.
The trouble was, we couldn't close till the fan was fixed. And how were we going to get that done with only ONE work day before we moved.
This is where the stress began.
(I'll continue including serene floral photos on this post to counteract the torrential downpour of stressful emotions.)
Friday, we had an early birthday/going away party for Ethan. We ended up calling several electricians to install this ridiculous fan but had no luck. All the while, I'm still packing with my mom's help.
Saturday, I woke up and Adam said, "Okay, you need to sit down."
This is never good. Turns out our moving truck (graciously supplied by Adam's new employer) broke down in Iowa and our friend was now stuck there with no way to get home. (His story is a comedy of errors in its own right...I guess the police in Iowa get suspicious when they see a guy unloading moving equipment into a rental car.)
Now we had to pay him for his time and pay for a new moving truck. And pay for a tow dolley for the car since Adam would have to drive the truck. And pay for a fan.
We managed to get the LAST moving truck in the area and the last tow dolley. We drove to Greeley (about forty minutes), picked it up and drove back. It's record-breaking heat in Colorado so we got a taste of what we were in for.
Got home, parked the big truck and discovered the tow dolley was broken.
Called Penske. They tried to blame Adam for breaking it. Eventually, they realized there was no way he broke it and they sent someone out to fix it. We started loading.
Sunday morning, some saint-like friends came and helped us load. We truly, truly, would never have been able to do this without these guys. Some of them we didn't even know. And it was 108 degrees.
The bad thing was that all of our stuff didn't fit in the truck. I started finding things to give away, but it didn't help. We couldn't leave the grill and the riding mower and our first born. We had to face the reality that we needed another truck. Our first plan (which was really about our fifteenth plan) was to put our stuff in our friends' garage and then Adam would drive another truck out next week.
As they put that plan in motion, I took my very weary mother to the airport and dropped her off. Five minutes later I got a call that her flight was over three hours delayed. She wouldn't get back to Illinois till after 1 a.m. and she'd still have an hour drive.
I turned around and swept the puddle that was my mother into the front seat of the van and we drove back to Loveland. Now we had our sixteenth plan. She would drive the van. I would drive the small Penske truck. Adam would drive the big one.
In a way, that was a blessing. I can't imagine Adam having to drive back to Colorado next week.
But the ridiculousness wasn't over yet.
It was all the little things that were going wrong... we checked my mom into a hotel (our beds were all loaded). The last hotel room probably in the whole city. We walked upstairs to the room and the key didn't work. Back downstairs. Back upstairs. Still doesn't work. Back downstairs. Found a sweet maintenance guy who let us into the room.
I should've slept there. Sleeping on the floor at age 10 is one thing. Age 36? Something else entirely.
I didn't sleep well at all.
The worst part was, there was NO way my mom was going to get a hotel room the following day. It was clear we would have to take off Monday afternoon (which was our original plan, though we didn't expect such a roundabout way of getting there...)
In the end, we signed the papers early, got a wonderful guy to come and fix the fan that makes me want to lock myself in the garage and say not nice words, and headed out of Loveland Monday evening.
I'm not going to lie, everything that could possibly go wrong did, and it was one of the most stressful things I've ever lived through. I was sick most of the day yesterday probably because of the stress leaving my body...
To make matters worse, we walked through the new house last night and discovered the upstairs carpet is all stained (there's even a huge black paint stain in one of the bedrooms. We hadn't planned on replacing that right away.) Sigh.
When it rains...
I'm looking for the silver lining, I promise I am...but at this moment the only thing I can muster is this: I'm never moving again.
your blog post title should have been..."When the ^%#& hits the fan"....keep the faith sister!
Posted by: homegrownhospitality | June 28, 2012 at 10:52 AM
Oh girlfriend... this is QUITE the story. It makes me feel for you and be so grateful for the fact that we haven't actually HAD to move yet all at the same time. I'm SO sorry it's been a tough one!! My devo today was all about the rough stuff we don't understand being for a purpose- building faith. I was kind of like "yada, yada, yada, whatever" but I know it's true. hang in there sweet thing!
Posted by: Lemonade Makin Mama | June 28, 2012 at 10:59 AM
I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather move across the country with in a truck that doesn't fit our stuff after repairing a patio we won't use and hiding the paint from the new couple to paying for a fan we didn't need to appease buyers we don't even like while driving on roads under construction that make the truck bounce like a hoopty to stay in a hotel where we lie to our youngest about swimming in their pool only to make really good time driving across the Midwest where we find out that we have no idea about a closing date because our banker took a vacation so we can't put our stuff in our new house since the relocation company won't let us put it in our new garage (that happens to be in a really nice area) without breaking the contract only to find out that all of the carpet needs to be replaced because of an unknown black stain in a room that the kids are fighting over and we don't have enough furniture...than you.
Posted by: That Guy | June 28, 2012 at 11:00 AM
Oh wow. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. If I had to go through all that I wouldn't move again either. May God Bless you as you continue this journey, he's got bigger things instore just wait and see.
Posted by: Mandy | June 28, 2012 at 11:04 AM
I sure enjoy how you tell stories (truly sorry you had a tough move!) and I can't wait for your next book to come out!
Posted by: KellyMinMN | June 28, 2012 at 11:08 AM
Hey....I know a good painter!!
Glad you're home. :)
Posted by: abergman795@sbcglobal.net | June 28, 2012 at 11:17 AM
My muscles are tense for you! Glad you made it back, sorry we weren't able to get together before you left - perhaps back at home sometime?! Hopefully all the dust will soon settle!! xo
Posted by: Kate Azevedo (Kerley) | June 28, 2012 at 11:35 AM
Courtney, when you encounter THAT much opposition, that's when you KNOW you're headed into the direction of God's plan for your life. One thing is for sure - your reward is gonna be HUGE!!!! So glad you've kept your sense of humor about the whole thing!!!
Posted by: Carol Clayton | June 28, 2012 at 12:00 PM
I totally hear you, agree with you and feel your pain. Our move here to MN was full of much the same drama and stress. I was out in our garage breaking dishes the morning of my birthday because I was so overwhelmed with all the things that went wrong and kept going wrong. We unfortunately have to still sell a house, buy a house, move out of and clean this rental home...all at an unknown time. Which, I just know, will likely come at the worst time ever. So as we wait for that to happen, I hold my breath and pray that God is going to bring us safely through it all. I am glad you are finally on 'this side' of the experience. I think moving is way worse than childbirth. I think maybe I should get an epidural before our next move! :) Good luck settling in and making this place feel like home. And remember, Heaven is really where we will finally be at peace!
Posted by: jody ferlaak | June 28, 2012 at 12:04 PM
Oh. My. Heavens. You need a vacation, and not one where the mom has to plan everything and pack everything and take care of everybody. One where Adam sends you away to a spa. (make sure he reads this.) I am glad that is over for you, and I hope one day you can laugh about the absolute absurdity of everything that happened to you! I know that day won't be any time soon though. :) I will be praying for a smoother transition into your new house. Can't wait to see pics of your new carpet. ;)
Posted by: Sarah H. | June 28, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Not today, and not tomorrow, but someday soon you will look back on this and laugh until the tears run down your face. Believe me. It happens to me everytime someone brings up the comedy of errors move that we made from Indiana to Baton Rouge 26 years ago...not funny at all at the time, but it's a good story for a laugh now.
Posted by: Georgi | June 28, 2012 at 02:02 PM
I have done seven major cross-country or regional moves in the last 17 years, and you have my complete and utmost sympathy. And yes, this is normal. Specifics change, but the ridiculousness of moving is the same every time. It's just a pity we never had the chance to swap moving stories over lunch : )
Posted by: Elizabeth | June 28, 2012 at 03:05 PM
I have to say...hiding the paint...brilliant! :)
May your new home be filled with laughter, love, and peace.
Posted by: Tricia | June 28, 2012 at 03:07 PM
I love the way you write. I hope you settle in your new home quickly.
Posted by: Tricia | June 28, 2012 at 03:08 PM
What a nightmare. But, it made for some good writing.
I'm glad you made it to Illinois safe & sound.
Blessings to you on this new chapter in your lives.
Posted by: Amy K | June 28, 2012 at 04:32 PM
I'm sure this will all surface in the plot of one of your great books one day, or else what was the purpose? Keep smiling!
Posted by: sue frecklington | June 28, 2012 at 04:47 PM
grrrrr...i'm feeling fiesty for you! geesh. i'm sorry everything went wrong. that sucks so bad, like you weren't already under a lot of stress. here's to smooth sailing the rest of the way. i want house details. pics eventually. you know i'm nosey that way. happy unpacking.
Posted by: becky @ farmgirl paints | June 28, 2012 at 06:36 PM
LOVE this. :)
Posted by: Marti | June 28, 2012 at 07:56 PM
And that is why I haven't moved in over 30 years. :) I can handle renovations but men hauling my furniture and belongings around in a truck would send me over the edge!
Hope your new home is happy, sweet and filled with love. The rest of the stuff will sort itself out! {{{hugs}}} :)
Posted by: auntie em (emily) | June 28, 2012 at 08:01 PM