We found out almost five weeks ago that the IL's were moving. They left this past Monday. Four weeks to the day from when we found out.
In that time, we spend most days and evenings at their house helping them pack and bringing "stuff" (for lack of a better term) back to our house. After not cooking a meal in a couple of weeks (heating stuff up doesn't count), breaking every single fingernail twice, breathing in enough dust to compete with Mt. St. Helens, developing a cough to try and expel said dust, breaking out from the same dust to the point that I looked like a fifteen year old boy with acne, and having my kids beg me to let them stay home, that they were tired of going to Grandma and Grandpa's house, the moving day finally arrived. And there was much rejoicing!
However, the day before moving day, I realized that they were expecting us to clean up their house after they were gone. So counting down til moving day wasn't really doing me any good.
It wouldn't have been too bad, except that they left like they were being hunted by the mafia. They took only what they wanted and left everything else. I made the executive decision to cancel school for the week and we spend ALL WEEK at their house cleaning. When we finished, their garage was so full, you couldn't walk thru it. It took five trips in an oversized truck to get it all to the thrift store. And it will take about the same to get the rest to the dump. We spent today dealing with all the "stuff" that was brought to our house. I'll have to finish that up tomorrow. Hopefully...
And in the middle of all that, my baby had a birthday. I can't believe this cute face turned twelve!
She asked for a flower cake and this is what she got. It was the best I could do at the time.
Then Mother's Day happened. I gave Hockeyman a pass for this year. We actually spent the day at his parents house packing. Nice, huh? I didn't mind that much, at least I was with my babies. And they did give me flowers.
Ok, they were fake, from my MIL's house and they were Christmas poinsettias, but still. It's the thought that counts.
I'm so glad this week is over.