We are in the transition phase of our move right now, between houses.
Or, putting it less charitably, we’re currently homeless.
Therefore we are bumming off of– I mean visiting –relatives in Alabama.
We had some trouble getting our orders processed back in Hawaii. (That’s a long and boring story that boils down to: the Army is no good at pushing paper even though the process of paper-pushing is about 75% of the Army’s actual job.)
As a result of this delay, we received our paperwork for moving late in May, and could not schedule the movers until late June. So the kids and I left my husband behind in Hawaii to supervise the moving process.
We’d been away for a couple of weeks when Little Girl begged to talk to her father on the phone.
“Aw, how cute!” I thought. “She misses her daddy.” I gave her the phone.
“Daddy?” she said. “Is my room okay? How’s my stuff doing? Did the movers pack it yet?”
Oh well. She misses her daddy, sure. But she misses her stuff more!
If you’ve never participated in a military move, you might not know about it, so here’s how it goes:
They pack everything for you. You leave all your stuff where it sits and they come in with boxes and packing paper and tape and go to work.
Of course, this is a million times better than packing up your stuff yourself (I’ve done it myself a few times, believe me!) but the process does come with a few little problems.
For one thing, professional movers pack quickly. They don’t have the time to try and see what should or should not go in the box. Therefore, everything gets packed up.
If there’s garbage on the bottom of your trash can, it’s going in the box. That dirty toilet brush in your bathroom? In the box. Don’t even ask me what happened to my neighbor’s cat a couple of months ago during their move!
So the rule is: if you don’t want it packed, put it away! Get it out of the packing area! Preferably in a special “Do Not Pack” room with the door closed and clearly labeled.
So you can imagine, when I saw the (other side) neighbor’s two-year-old climbing into a packing crate during their move, I rushed over to pluck him out.