Yesterday we spent 12 hours in the car driving from Ohio to Georgia with 3 kids, a car full of luggage, and a UHAUL pulling behind us containing the precious content that is my grandmother’s piano.
Despite never getting above 65 miles per hour, we made it home in one piece – as did the piano.
As soon as we arrived home I made a giant pot of coffee and took a long bath so I could shave my legs. When you mother almost wets herself when she sees how hairy your legs are you know it’s time to take care of business. Two razors later I was back to being human – or at least acceptable as a woman.
This morning our friend Ben came over bright and early (on his birthday, no less!) to help us move the piano into the house. We got it situated, talked about how to find someone to tune the piano, and decided to return our UHAUL before church. We drove to the location we were told and found out that they no longer accept UHAUL returns – even though they had 47 signs outside indicating they, indeed, take UHAUL business. But, whatever. Andy dropped me and the kids off to church and headed to find another location to return the massive trailer. He picked us up after church and informed us that we needed to drive 30 minutes away to return the damn thing. Despite passing 2 very good UHAUL locations on our route, we ended up getting it dropped off at some place called “Jim Bob’s Bait and Tackle” or something like that.
Then we picked up the dogs. And ran to the grocery store. And started the massive pile of laundry. And tried to attack the unpacking with a vengeance.
We’ve had so much to do to get back in the routine and get the kids ready for school tomorrow that I ended up skipping my department’s Christmas party in favor of working through the chaos and cooking my family a nice dinner.
Well, I screwed up the fried chicken, I’m pretty sure there are at least 10 piles left in my living room, and UHAUL has a letter coming there way.
But, damn it’s good to be home.