Turns out the "last of the last" I wrote about nine days ago was really like the 40% still to go. If I could turn back time I would do so many things differently. In two nights, combined, I didn't get a full night's sleep. These last few days have been nearly unmanageable. I don't even take them one day at a time…more like 2-3 hours at a time. Packing and moving things out, while trying to keep the kids' lives as stable and happy as possible, has been a challenge. To say the least. The big kids have been staying up later than ever helping pack and move things. It turns out they are very hard workers.
When you google Most Stressful Things in Life moving is on every top ten list. On one list, it is actually number one. Above the death of a loved one. The author, has clearly, recently moved.
Two weekends ago Mark attempted to move the Tiny House. After the fork lift and flat bed had been rented and a full three hour attempt, it only moved about 8 inches. Even more unfortunately, the new owner didn't want it. Which to me, is beyond crazy. On top of all of the final moving stuff last weekend, we (the four of us, my brother and a friend) spent seven hours destroying it and loading the materials into the trailer. It rained. It was emotional. It was a huge waste of time. It was devastating.
That put us a full day behind our, already tight, schedule.
Last night the kids slept here, the very last night.
Tonight Mark and I will spend our last night there. On just a few hours of sleep.
**Written just before midnight on May 19, 2015. Who knew our internet would already be unhooked.