On Monday May 7th I left with my Madre to drive to Dallas. We left early in the morning and got there in a good amount of time [I won't say when because then you'll know how fast I drove....I was pretty excited to see our new house/my husband].
Here we are outside of our new house - it's about 3 times the size of our apartment back in Provo so it feels like a mansion to us!
When we got there the husband with the help of his Dad unpacked mostly everything from the moving truck - that was super helpful!
The house was dirty - super nasty. My mom says that she has seen worse, but it was still nasty. Hair cuttings all over the bathroom, half a stick of lipstick behind the toilet, never vacuumed or swept, bugs in the windows...etc. Mom stayed with us Monday and Tuesday to clean and unpack. She was a star - an angel. She is a pro at cutting shelf lining, scrubbing bathroom grout with a toothbrush, going on Target runs, and keeping me in one "sane" piece.
In the process of cleaning Mom lost her keys. This was not bad news to me - that meant that she had to stay and help forever, right? After a couple hours I found her keys and was super tempted to not let her know, but figured that be bad so handed them over. She did stay for a couple hours longer than originally planned though, and that was awesome.
When she got all packed up to leave I just cried and cried - the house was still a disaster! How were we supposed to get it all clean and liveable? Well - I have an awesome husband, that's how.
After 2 and a half weeks every inch of this house was scrubbed clean and all of the boxes unpacked. Boom.
This is how we kept Baby Girl off of the dirty floor:
Just kidding... sort of.
Returning the moving van was seriously a nightmare. Sean drove the truck and Baby Girl and I followed him in the car so that we could bring him home. We were planning on stopping by a gas station close to the drop off location to fill it up before we turned it in. The drop off location is in a less than awesome part of town - kinda shady - ok not fun at all. We stopped by one gas station so that we could fill up and it turns out that it was closed - no gas. Bummer. It also turns out that the husband got the truck in a sticky situation. We got a 16 ft truck with a car trailer hooked up to the back of it.
To make a long story short[ish] there was a gate on one side so he couldn't pull through and he couldn't back up without running the car trailer into the gas pump. Baby Girl and I sat in the car with the doors locked watching the husband try to back up, scoot forward, back up, scoot forward over and over and over again with little improvement. He went into the gas station and payed some random guy [who earlier came up to the car and asked me for some money...] to help him manually drag the car trailer to a different spot so that he could back the truck up, re-hitch the trailer, and get ourselves out of there. It was an adventure for sure.
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