November 21, 2015

I don't even know where I woke up.  It was somewhat similar to drinking days only this time with no headache, yet still so much pressure .  It was 6 a.m.-time to get moving, since the honored guests would arrive at 8.  I was very excited.

Kids were woken at 7ish...which doesn't mean they were up, by any stretch.  Boy-child had spent intimate moments with his game/possible gf; Girl-child had recently become a fan of early-to-bed and late-to-rise.  Still, by the time the movers got there, they were up and good to go.  One face was vaguely familiar, the other two not so, but they are my people: we have fought the same Demon and I get that.

Within an hour, much of the house was packed. There was busy-ness from my children without prodding as they knew what to do and the movers?  Professionals all the way(Best Way Movers).  By the time they guys took off with the first load, Ethan and I filled the dually and made our final dump run, then off to clear out storage with the remaining boxes.  Missouri Flat Storage Depot was an incredible experience and I was actually sad to close down the account.  We met the guys at the house, and I directed a few places items should be moved to, then headed back.

It was here that Maggie texted the landlord had showed up and she was hiding in her room.  I understand, as he thought we were gone, but still.  My heart started racing. It's moments like these that I KNOW I am to learn a lesson.  I guess in this case it's about putting on my big girl panties, so I drove home with determination. Except, as soon as I pulled up, he drove off.  Good riddance, I guess, and I got busy doing what needed to be done.  I did text him that I would do my own walk through and video- record it, as I'd be out of the country on the day my lease ended.  An hour later he returned, he and his wife unloaded some things and he told me that when I gave him his keys, we were done.  Ok, but I won't be here... I'll give keys to my ex-mother/in-law and she will leave them here.  As he was walking to his car, the movers showed me a part of the barbecue grill COVERED with rat feces and told me I need to let him know about the severity of the issue, so I did. I showed him, explained the tremendous amount of rats encountered, that I had pictures, and that the house was full of holes.  He just looked at me and didn't - couldn't - say a thing.

Later when my supervisor (whom I shall just refer to as My Susan) arrived, she saw the house and questioned if it it were even up to code.  Probably not.  Her fabulous kids helped as well, and we were able to "schlep" a few more things over, plus I got to show the house off.  Then the ex came by and I got to show it off AGAIN!  He also gave me rides to help with the car transfer issue. At one point he called me "honey"...later he texted and said it was great conversing with me....which it was, only...not going there again.  Not with him.  Possibly not with anyone, at this rate.  I'm told to be open and such,  only to have the door closed (not that it had been opened by anyone, but still...there had  been that chance.  Right??).  Humph.  As for now, we are done packing and moving. One more night in this house, on the floor, then off to SF to catch a flight. Happy face.


 Pictures: 2863 has been good to us.  Good-bye.  I hope someone buys you who will care for you and put love into you so you can shine; A girl says good-bye to her first all-by-herself room; The horns were happy to move to their new home; Driscoll's of Midland- fine china and Waterford crystal from long ago...not even opened yet; My bedroom.  Oh, I am love with this sumptuous room which is almost sinful.  I'll be excepting a better-than-Fabio-like man to bring me breakfast.