Hell Day

Friday was moving day for W.............. at least the first stage of his move.  The movers were to come in in the morning and pack up his stuff - load the truck - and move 'em on out.  Then around lunch time 1-800 Got Junk was to come in and empty the rest of the stuff out of the house to recycle - reuse or straight to the dump.

That was the plan.  It sounded good - in theory. 

Except the movers didn't show up in the morning........I sent W a cheeky email (when I heard they hadn't showed) something to the effect of - "what fun - let's hope Got Junk doesn't get all the boxes for the movers and vice versa (ok ok I thought it was funny at the time).  

By 3 p.m. the movers still hadn't showed up.  

They arrived shortly after 3 and then W had to direct the Got Junk guys and the movers and try and keep it straight which boxes / furniture belonged to which crew!!  such fun!!

Amidst all that confusion/commotion - neighbours and friends kept dropping by to say good bye.  

I was at work - trying to focus on not losing kids - but my mind was with W - fussing and worrying and wishing I was with him.............. 

In my warped mind - W would arrive here sometime after 6 ............. I kinda figured around 8 - so I waited supper -  and waited  and waited.

Just after 8 I sent him a text message saying "I'm thinking of you" ............ 

At 8:30 I had some toast for dinner and tried to concentrate on the football game I was watching and not on the clock

By 9:30 I was getting a little frantic.  Not a word from him since mid morning.  

By 10:00 I sent another text message saying "I am starting to worry - can i call you" 

I held my breath and waited.............. 

longest 15 minutes of my life.  But the phone finally rang and W's voice said "I'm leaving now".  I finally exhaled.

W got to me around 11...........He looked like crap - filthy dirty - tired - and (putting it mildly) strung out. We talked (well he did) until midnight.  Then I convinced him to have a nice long hot bath and come to bed.



The one thing that stands out in my mind and probably always will - was that the movers refused - REFUSED - to move a sofa bed from the basement!!!  Can you believe that???   And they wouldn't move the train table in one piece - and it had to be cut in half!!!  And they broke the new addition to the layout........... and didn't wrap up the tunnel I made.... and just basically threw it all on the truck.

Oh when this is all over and W is settled into the house in Kingston - the movers are in SUCH hot water........... never mind the fact that I won't be using them - and I will make sure that I spread the word of the poor service and attitude to anyone who will listen (starting with this blog - cheeky grin)

When W leaves here on Tuesday morning (at the crack of dawn) for the second leg of this move - I am hoping he will be rested and fed and ready to face whatever the hell comes next.

God I love this man - who is turning his life/world upside down to give my dream of living in Kingston when I retire !!!