We had a houseful, but there was a lot of work to be done. Everyone worked very hard, and they all had such positive attitudes! I was the one struggling to keep my emotions together. My home was being packed away into boxes, and at this point, we still didn't have a new place to call home, and I felt like time was running out! The twins would be coming whether we had a home or not! Not to mention I had been fighting the urge to nest for a few months, though I had been winning this fight!
In Dallas on Thursday (while Dave's mom and grandma watched Liam) after our appointments, Dave and I looked at a few apartments, and finally found one that we LOVED; 2-bed/2-bath, 927 sq. ft., allowed pets, AND the best part is that it is in the Plano school district. (Well, one of the best parts.) Another best part is that it is about 25 minutes from the hospital (which is MUCH better than 3-3 1/2 hrs from the hospital) AND, it is only about 10 minutes from my amazing friend Paula, AND Ethan would love it because of the excellent pool, etc...the list could go on; however, we didn't put in our application because we still had another apartment complex to look at, and we certainly didn't want to jump in before weighing out options and discussing everything first. We looked at a couple more complexes, then headed home late Thursday night.
So, back in Oklahoma, on Saturday of moving week, some of Dave's co-workers and friends (Joe Voss, Michael Snapp, Josh Woodall, and Parker), sacrificed there ENTIRE day to help load the 26 ft. moving van. And to them, I owe a HUGE thank you! They planned, and schemed, and were somehow able to maneuver the contents of our home into one large moving van, but just barely! They packed that baby full! And so far, I have not found anything lost or broken. I would highly recommend them, if they were in the moving business. By the end of the day, I had a mostly empty house (except for our overnight bags), and a group of sweaty, exhausted, and very appreciated men, AND the packing crew who were gracious enough to stay and clean the house afterward. There is no way that we could have managed without any of these people, and I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to all of them for their time, hard-work, and their hearts of service! Thank you all!
Saturday night, we stayed in Oklahoma with my grandma, then Sunday mid-morning, we headed to Dallas with only an address for a storage unit. In the midst of all the packing, I had applied for the apartment that Dave and I had found, but we had not heard back from them as to whether we would be able to move in, or even be tenants there. They had only told us that they had ONE 2-bed/2-bath unit available, and that they would get our application processed as quickly as possible. We parked our huge truck outside of Paula's townhouse, and waited to hear from the apartment secretaries on Monday.
Of course at 10:00 a.m. Monday morning (when they opened) I asked Dave to call the apartment office and find out if we would be able to move in. We found out that the apartment was still available, but that it needed to be professionally cleaned; however, we had been approved, and we would be able to move in sometime that afternoon! The next order of business was to figure out how Dave was going to unload the contents of the truck into our second story apartment alone. We had talked about hiring movers, and even looked into a couple of advertisements, but we really didn't know who to call without the recommendation of someone in the area. Just a few minutes after our discussion, Chris Quillan from Uptown Movers, a company that helps people like us find the perfect apartment, called and asked how things were going. I explained the situation, and he was pleased to hear that we had chosen the apartment that he had shown us on Thursday, that we had been approved, and that we would be able to move in THAT day. THEN, he asked if we needed help unloading, because he had a recommendation for a company that could probably be available if we explained the situation. I took down the name and number, thanked Chris for all his help, and gave the information to Dave so he could unleash his magnanimous people-skills yet again.
The movers were able to help us, though it was 4 p.m. before they could be there, and Dave was needing to get back to OK so he could go to work in the morning. And this is where our story gets interesting. The 2 movers were efficient, and very hard workers, but they recommended that we hire two MORE workers to get the job done faster. We agreed that this was a good idea. Thirty minutes later, the 2 movers we had originally hired had to go rescue the new hires because their van had broken down. This gave Dave and me a short and much needed break. I reorganized the boxes in the apartment to make space for the rest of the furniture and boxes. After about 2 hours, we were wondering if they had abandoned us, and just as Dave was calling them, 4 unloaders arrived to help us. Things went relatively smoothly for about an hour. (One of the movers was knocked in the head by a bedside table and more than likely received a concussion from it.) By 8:30, Dave called off unloading and sorting through the boxes on the truck, and decided to offload the rest of the contents into our storage building. We caravaned over to the storage unit, and while Dave was driving through the front gate, the gate CLOSED on the truck!! I really had no idea what was going on. I was sitting in Dave's truck with Liam, who was asleep. Because of my perspective, I thought Dave had scrubbed the side of the truck with the gate! Two of the unloaders we hired had parked their company moving van behind our rented truck. The other two unloaders drove past the gate and parked a little ways down the road. They all got out of their trucks and went to see if they could be of assistance. In the meantime, unbeknownst to any of us, the van parked on the street rolled down the slightly inclined road, totaled one vehicle, scraped the side of another vehicle, and smashed into an apartment building!! By the grace of God, no one was hurt!
At this point, I took Liam to Paula's, gave him a bath, put him to bed, then returned to help however I could at the storage unit. Meanwhile, down the street, emergency responders were taking care of the situation.
By 11:00 p.m., the moving truck was empty, the unloaders were paid, the first responders were still seeing to the destruction down the street, and Dave and I were beat. We only had to eat, return the moving truck to the rental site, then go to Paula's and rest!
The next morning, Dave headed to work, and Liam and I headed to the apartment to set up our new home! What a weekend!!