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My day of moving hell. I woke up around 8:30, had coffee and started organizing things in my room, bringing down some boxes to the living room and such. The plan was that my sister would come around 10:00 to help me move. Granted I forgot, for some reason, to factor in her two kids and home schooling. So she arrived at my house around 12:00.
We decided we would try moving my computer hutch down. When I bought it I had to put it together, so I had just put it together in my room. This was the first time it has been moved from there. It was a pain to get down the stairs and we it got stuck on the third to last step because we were having trouble moving past the stairs. It took us a good twenty minutes or more (calling anyone we could to come help us) to finally get it past that spot. In the end it took us an hour to get it downstairs and my sister ended up with a small bleeding hole in her forehead because she got hit with the corner and I squished my finger, but it was downstairs damn it!
After that we decided we would wait to put it in the truck and turned our attention to my bed. After measuring her truck and my box spring we decided we could probably fit it in. Turns out we couldn't. It is now around 2:30 and my sister has to be at work around 5:00. We decided the best idea is to rent a u-haul truck so we called around and then went and got one. By the time we got back it was around 4:00 and my sister had to go to work in an hour. So I once again called around trying to get a hold of people and I got a hold of my friend Colin (I love that boy!) who said he could bring another friend, Anthony (I love him too!) to help, but only after 6. So my sister and I loaded as much as we could into the truck (oh and it is of course pouring down rain the whole time). We did not load the hutch. We left that for the boys.
Colin and Anthony (yay!) came and we finish loading things and got ready to go. Colin was going to drive my car (while I drove the u-haul) over because I had some things in it and then I would drive them back.
We get to Penguin's house and there are a bunch of people there. Some of the guys come out to help and are trying to get the hutch up the stairs. No go. It won’t go up those stairs. So I might be taking it apart again, because some how, some way I will get it upstairs! But to top off the things that wont get past the stairs, my box spring (the thing that made us rent the truck in the first place) wont go up the stairs either. Grr.
Long story, short: it was very frustrating and I didn't get all the way moved in until very late!
However I did enjoy watching the men who were trying to get the hutch upstairs snap into their “problem solving” mode. I felt very much like the princess being rescued from her moving hell. If I hadn’t been so tired and frustrated with that stupid hutch I might have objected to being left out (on the grounds of feminist power) but as it was I was happy to play the role of the “weak” woman in need of man’s help.
I am glad I have friends who are willing to help. I love them very much!