What was I thinking???

So we are now about 3/4ths of the way officially into our new place. We have till the end of the month to be out of the old place (or so we thought!), which has worked out great especially with work and school..... so we've been pacing ourselves. The managers (a kind elderly couple) said they would pick up paint for us to re-paint over the awful job I did almost 3 years ago (HA!... opps!!), and bring it over. No paint... still waiting... no paint... no big deal, cause we have well over a week to be out. Then yesterday, we get two phone messages from them (one from him, one from her), both frantically wondering why we haven't picked up the paint and why we aren't out of the other place. I am more than certain they said we had till the end of the month, but it appears I was wrong. We have till Sunday. I'm not exactly sure how we're going to pull this off, as both of us work tomorrow (Friday), I have a study group coming to our house tomorrow, Pernell works Saturday... and we have about 4 coats of paint to do, not to mention cleaning the rest of the junk out, and scrubbing the place top to bottom...... oh! And find a carpet cleaner at a decent price to come clean the carpets. Good times.

Got our dumpster today, and Pernell has been going through things. Everything. Right now, my thoughts are, "Throw everything in garbage bags, get them to the new place, and we'll go through them once we are out!!"

It will all come together. Some how! On the plus side, my dad came and built us fantastic shelves:





Aren't they pretty? They don't look as 'massive' in the picture, but they go along two walls. It is awesome! I wonder how many garbage bags they hold.....

In other news, last Saturday I get a phone call from a number I did not recognize. It was a complete stranger(angel???) telling me that my stepgrandpa had fallen in the park, and needed some help. My number was the one he had memorized. So I raced out the door, and P called my mom. We met at the park at the same time. He had fallen and had been yelling for help for over 25 minutes (it was so cold and windy, no one in their right mind was out!!.... point proven!!). He didn't have a cane (refuses because it makes him look 'old'... did I mention he is 91 this year???). He ended up breaking his arm. Thank goodness for the two men who moved into action when they heard his faint calls for help in their backyard!!

He had surgery the other day fixing up that arm, so we've been spending time over at their house sitting with S. Gma, so she won't be alone while he's enjoy Club Med over there at the hospital.

It has been a crazy week. I am heading off to bed.

I can't wait to be done with this move. Short moves are no fun.