Smile (Brighter) Contest

by mssinglemama on November 24, 2009

On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, online Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, this Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

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Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, online Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, this Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, order Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, viagra Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, online Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, this Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, order Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, viagra Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, search Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, online Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, this Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

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Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, order Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, viagra Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, search Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, doctor Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, view Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, dosage it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, online Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, this Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

Moving8

11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, order Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, viagra Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

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Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, search Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, doctor Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, view Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, dosage it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.

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On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, cure Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, purchase Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, hospital Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, online Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, this Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, order Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, viagra Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

Moving3

Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

Moving4

My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

Moving5

Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

Moving7

11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

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Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, search Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

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I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

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Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man’s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, doctor Anna.

“You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.”

My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and Anna had already been frantically helping her pack for 24 hours.

Apparently Mom and her man, view Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right?

Well, dosage it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to help and she needed back up. But I had Benjamin, who was still breaking into fevers every few hours, and my Friday afternoon work-work to finish.

“Please, Alaina,” she said, “I need you here.”

“Okay, I’ll call John and find out if I can get down there tonight.”

I felt completely reluctant about asking because John was already slated to watch Benjamin Sunday and Monday night while I traveled for work. Even though the one-on-one bonding time they have is fantastic and I always come home to a happy boyfriend and a content boy – I still feel like it’s a slippery slope, one I don’t quite want to fall over (yet).

I called John, not sure what to expect.

In the past, asking my ex-husband for a favor would have resulted in some kind of nasty interaction or tirade. But John’s response was nothing of the kind, “Sure, I’ll come over right after work so you can get down there.”

We saw each other for about 10 minutes, I kissed Benjamin good-bye and then rushed out of the door and into the depths of my mother’s personal nightmare.

Everything in her house had to be moved in 15 hours.

7:30 pm – Here

I arrive with some boxes I found in a few dumpsters. As I walk from room to room in my mom’s massive house I just gasp in each because, aside from the book shelves my mom and sister had packed up that morning – there was still so much to do.

8:30 pm – Basement Hope

Anna and my brother Ezra and I have managed to nearly pack up the basement. Ezra says, “Oh, it’s only 8:30. We’ll be fine.” I realize that only us – only my siblings and I can be faced with such a task and not completely collapse at the idea of taking it on. We’ve moved with our mother before, but typically we’ve had more time. I, like them, know it’s possible – in this moment.

9:30 pm – China Hell

The basement is done and Anna and I have moved on to the dining room where my mother’s countless sets of china await. We have plenty of newspapers but we are running out of boxes. Anna leaves to make another box run. When she gets back I am still packing China. She cracks open a beer and I tell her she has beer breath. Then, after taking slight offense, I recover from it by begging her not to leave me alone in China Hell.

12:44 Kitchen Pergatory

My mother’s miraculous friend Susan had a major head start on the kitchen by the time I came in. I start cleaning and scrubbing the cabinets and then I look at the clock, “Oh, please tell me it is not 12:44″ and then I open the dish washer, and two other cabinets filled with even more dishes. “Oh F&#K.”

Ezra, Dennis and Larry are working on the basement furniture (I think, not even sure what everyone is doing – we are all scattered – but working, everyone is moving and can’t stop packing because there is just so much.) My mom is in her room trying to get that started but we have run out of boxes again.

2:47 am – Sleep

The kitchen is finished. I go upstairs to the little “green room” that was Benjamin’s nursery for the first year of my single mamahood. I curl up on the only thing left in the room – a sectional sofa, and pass out.

5:00 am –  Up

Larry pops his head into the room and tells Anna and I to wake up – she had come in just after me. “Come on, we’ve got to go unload the truck at the new house.”

We had to unload the truck because it was due back to the rental truck place by 10:00 am.

“Where’s Ezra?” I heard someone ask downstairs and then a few moments later I saw a dark figure pop up off of the floor. My brother, Ezra, had been sleeping there, face down, with no blankets for all of one hour.

All three of us – Anna, Ezra and I – get up and head out. But now, the laughter of last night is escaping us – we are annoyed, frustrated, tired, hungry and we just want it to be over. The only thing keeping us going is knowing that it will definitely be over – at noon, when the new owners arrive.

Before we leave Anna digs in the fridge, finds a block of Swiss cheese and, unable to find any silverware, takes an exasperated bite of it like a starving person and then we both just laugh because there’s nothing else to do.Moving-1-1

5:45 – Assembly

We get to the new house in the dark, with just a hint of a rich blue in the black night sky. The sun is on its way. My brother, Ezra and I, go back and forth about the best strategy for unloading all of this. My mother’s new house, although absolutely perfect and adorable, is smaller than her last. Should we put everything outside until we move the furniture in? Or should we move everything in? We compromised and started moving as much as we could into the house and put the rest on the lawn.

Moving1

I drop a shelf on the bridge of my foot and think for a moment, it may be broken. But then I keep going – like everyone else. We haven’t stopped moving. At some point we form an assembly line and things start moving faster. Ezra is grumpy. The only time I see him smile is when I say, “and people wonder why everyone in our family is skinny.”

My mother is out buying us breakfast but we haven’t seen her in over an hour now. Then I realize the new house is even farther into the deep, back roads, now 30 minutes from town instead of the old 15.

6:45 am Sunrise

I could be wrong on the exact time of the sunrise, but when she came we were all energized again. Here’s a blurry picture of how much we had left to unpack.

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Mom came back shortly after. She’d been pulled over for speeding but the cop let her go because she started sobbing on him.

7:45 am Still Unpacking

It’s taking a really long time to unpack this truck.

The house looks beautiful though even with all of the stuff piling into the front yard.

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My knees are starting to hurt. But we still have a long way to go and my Mom’s house, with rooms and rooms of furniture left still isn’t empty. Oh, did you think it was empty? Oh no, this truck was load one.

8:45 am There’s more?

Anna, Ezra and I head back to the old house.

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Some movers I called before I left the night before will be here at 9:00 with another truck and fresh energy.

9:45 am The Movers

The movers show up nearly one hour late. One of them is older and I wonder if there’s anyway these two guys can move as fast as we need them to move.

“Alright,” here’s the situation, “everything inside has to be out in two hours.” They both raise their eyebrows and look at each other and then slowly move into the house.

10:30 am – Mr. Man’s dad

Larry needed his camper moved and the only person I knew with a hitch was Mr. Man‘s dad, Bob. So, I called Mr. Man, who – of course – said it wouldn’t be a problem. He and his father are good people, just good men – you know? And Bob showed up to save the day and get that camper out of there.

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11:00 am So close, yet so far away

The movers are moving at their own moving pace, which is fine – they are entitled not to be completely crazed by our situation. But after I tell everyone in the house to just “get everything out, and up the driveway,” even the movers pick up their pace.

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11:45 am The end?

“It’s 11:45!” I shout to everyone. The house is empty now so they can all hear. We are now moving even faster than before, if that was even possible.

“I think I just crossed over to a point I never thought I could cross over,” my sister mumbled as she sped past me, carrying yet another thing.

Mom was cleaning the living room and caulking up a hole in the wall. I’m not sure where Ezra was but his girlfriend had just emptied the fridge which was now open, and dirty – she had been pulled onto another thing – so I start cleaning the kitchen.

I had just finished wiping down the fridge when …

Noon

“They’re here, the new owner is here.” Anna whispered this strongly to Mom and I after she flew down the stairs and landed in the living room. Her eyes are wide in frenzy and we look at each other, “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

Then we wait.

The new owner comes in and sees Mom cleaning, me cleaning. They start talking and I’m amazed he isn’t yelling like I had envisioned, or screaming at us because we’re not quite done.

Instead he looks at my mother, tells her to go home, “Get some rest, get some food and call us when you’re done.”

Nice people. I love nice people.

The world needs more of them.

Moving10

Mom is probably still cleaning the old house. Anna and I had to leave, back to our lives that we can’t drop for too long.

I have to get on another plane tonight for work and I’m sure they’ll have to pry me out of the seat because I’ll be so sore.

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