I said I would help the girls move to their new place today, so I took the day off and I was out before 8 AM to get the moving van. The girls had a PD day from school with it being Grey Cup weekend here in Hamilton, and what a great idea to ensure kids have the opportunity to enjoy these festivities.
There was a lot of stuff. We filled a 15 foot UHaul twice, and it was after 6 PM when I got home so it was a long day.
It drizzled on and off, which wasn’t ideal for moving day, but it seemed to stop at the right moments and no boxes or mattresses got wet in the shuffle.
My back is absolutely killing me but there were no major appliances so I’ve done much worse moves.
I was actually telling the kids about a stupid adult moving story. A few of us were helping my cousin move, and two of us stayed in the back of the loaded moving van. If you have ever attempted this moronic feat, it’s pretty dark back there and if it’s not jammed tight, things move – or in this case roll.
We had set up chairs to sit on in the dark, but from time to time we’d hear the thunder of wheels rolling towards us and there were surely some expletives fvcking flying off the tongue as fridges and other large wheely objects rolled towards our outstretched palms.
I’m not sure how I have lived to tell so many of these tales. Perhaps to warn my kids not to be a dumb ass. Riding in UHauls equals yikes, equals woah, equals ‘INCOMING!’
Don’t be a Larry.
I hear snoring on the couch. Quinn is having another sleepover because well, boxes.