Let me tell you, I am through with German movers. Or maybe it's the Army planners I should blame? I don't know who to blame but those dang movers came back on Friday. All 3 of them! And while they did delve into the work very rapidly, we have a 4 level house with lots of stuff. We needed more than 3 movers. To top it all off, 1 left to "take care of business" and didn't come back until around 5. Well around 6, the 'head' mover realized that the day was coming to a close and they hadn't even started putting the stuff on trucks. They called in some back up and finally drove off at 9:15 pm. It was a very long day but the next step of our move back to America is done. It has also made the move very real. We are living with the bare necessities of life, which goes to say that we could live with alot less than what we have on a daily basis.
A funny note about the move...
Matthew comes home from school to find our house wrapped in cardboard and boxes. Well as he tries to continue regular life he starts asking for his things. When it was time for dinner he asked "Mommy, where's my plate? Where's my chair?" When he went outside to the yard to play, "Where's my bike?" It was so sad yet so funny at the same time. This move turned his world upside down as he knew it but he's rolled with it very well. He also took to his temporary full size bed very well which we were a bit worried about but he loves it. He never mentioned sleeping outside of his crib before even though he could freely climb in and out but I guess he was more than ready. Now to go home and find him a big boy bedroom suite.
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