This past weekend, we went to help our daughter move.
- She was moving from one 2nd-story to another. Stairs…lots of stairs.
- Her bookshelves broke apart on moving
- We lost her dresser somewhere on I-35
- Stairs. Up and down…
- The used dryer we bought for her did not work. It was an electric, we have gas, so there was no way to test it before we took it up to her. Like innocents, we trusted the guy we bought it from off craigslist.
- Stairs and more stairs.
We lost the dresser on our first load. We are still not sure what happened to it. When we went back for another load, we looked but never did see it or its remains. Thankfully, she had taken the drawers out and put those, with her clothes, in her car.
My fix-it-all husband did get the dryer working, after replacing the heating coil. After we drove all over Ft. Worth trying to find the replacement. We finally found a Sears Parts and Repair place just a few miles from her old apartment. And since we still had to pick up another load from her old apartment, it worked out well. Did I mention the stairs? Oh my word my legs are sore!
The good news? I definitely got my 30×5 in for the entire week.
Oh…and I think we’re safe from ever being asked to help move her again.
May 2, 2009 at 9:18 am |
You are wonderful parents!
Your moving experience sounds hellish to me.
Ugh.
Have a fantastic Saturday!!! Go out to eat or something
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May 7, 2009 at 7:42 am |
First of all, good for you for staying faith to the 30 x 5 even when I’m not cracking the cyber “whip.” I’m staying faithful, too.
2ndly, You are a great mom.
3rd, I know what you mean about being yelled by people for whom you are helping; this is a common occurrence in ministry, esp. youth ministry.