So, we were planning on having our stuff picked up this Sat., then have the apartment cleaned on Sun., then fly out to Monterey on Monday. That way, we get a whole week to look for a rental and a new van for me. Shane finally got a call from the movers today and they’re sending a guy out tomorrow morning. I wasn’t as thrilled with this news as Shane thought I would be.
That is because he had convinced me that they wouldn’t need to come out to our apartment and I was thinking he’d be able to make to make the pick-up appointment as soon as he talked to them. Also, Booz won’t pay for them to pick our stuff up on Sat. because they charge overtime. And our apartment only has the loading dock on Tues, Thurs, and Sat. The other days are reserved by the various stores and restaurants around here.
So, our only option is to have our stuff packed up on Mon. then picked up on Tues. We have to fly out on Wed. because I have a prenatal appt on Thurs. So, I don’t know when we will be able to have the apartment cleaned. I don’t even know if the loading dock is available on Tues. If it’s not, I’ll have to fly out and Shane will have to stay here until we can get a pick-up.
So at this point, the best we can hope for is three days to look for a rental and get a van before Shane goes to work. After that, we’ll have to wait for the weekend. Am I going to be 36 weeks along by the time we get settled somewhere?
I’m really trying not to stress about this. But, it’s not going so well. Why couldn’t they have gotten to us earlier? I hate that they took so long to get us in touch with these people. And Shane is totally not getting why I’m stressing.
So, I’m wondering if I’m just hormonal. But, sheesh. This really seems like a pickle to me. Or maybe it’s because we just sat in the truck for about 21 hours over the last three days and I didn’t get a nap the whole time and I woke up at 5 am two of the mornings and 4 am the other morning.