Can’t you just take care of it?

I may have mentioned that I left my husband behind in Hawaii to deal with the whole process of moving by himself while I larked off with the kids to visit the family and have a relaxing vacation.

Oh yeah. Score!

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Anyways, I keep thinking of things I forgot to tell him to do (usually at midnight) and then texting him to do them.

In other words, I’m micro-managing from afar.

Wow, huh? I’m a real peach,

He’s been pretty good about taking care of everything, though.

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But he MAY be getting just a little tired of all my texts….

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Our Moving Adventure: In The Middle

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.

This is the life, right?
This is the life, right?

 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!

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Pack This, Not That

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.

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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.

You can’t be too careful!

Our Moving Adventure Begins

We are in the process of moving from Hawaii to Alaska. (I know– it seems like a cruel contrast! Take it up with the Army.)

The adventure has begun with the shipping of the car. The car is old and has a few scratches and dings, as indicated on this form given to us by the shipping company:

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Really. This is the actual form.

It might have been faster if they’d done it this way:

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Gee. I wonder if we can claim any damages?

Summer Reading

Little Boy made a Summer Reading Journal at school so he can write down the books he wants to read.

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He seemed to think it was important to fill in all the blanks inside. 

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As you can see, the only place he can gets books is apparently the bookshelves in his room.

So he had to write it down as : “My bookshelf,” “My top shelf,” “My bottom shelf,” and “My middle shelf.”  

Just to cover everything.