We would have no luck at all.
But that's okay. This time there was only a bit of bad luck, it could have been much worse.
We found the house we wanted back in April. We waited patiently for almost 2 months while the owners packed up and moved out, no rushing on our part. With a moving date in sight I rented a moving truck weeks in advance. Utilities scheduled for turn on weeks in advance. We were scheduled to "officially" move in June 9th, we were actually taking possession June 1st but since we had to pay for storage up until the 10th per our contract we decided to move at our leisure beginning on the 4th. I would move boxes during the week and we would be left with only furniture to haul in on the 9th. Our new bedroom furniture needed to be picked up on the 9th as well, being scheduled that way as to avoid the exorbitant delivery fee.
Frigging fat chance.
On the morning of May 31st I get a phone call from the nice lady at the storage location where I had rented our truck from (also where all of our worldly possessions are stored). She says she has bad news.
I have two thoughts simultaneously:
1. Score! Glad the space was insured, bring on the new furniture!
2. Crap, I have to furniture shop again with Tim. Dragging the girls to another 900 furniture stores. bright light, end of tunnel, my ass.
You know what she says instead??
"I'm sorry, the rental truck assigned to you was stolen last night and wrecked. Our body shop estimates we should have it back by the 15th, would you like to reschedule for that date?"
Um, hell no.
Damn, I really wanted to avoid unpacking and just buy all new stuff courtesy of an insurance payout.
So I start calling around to rent another truck. Let's just say that moving in June in the Pacific Northwest with a weeks notice is a very bad idea. Very bad. We could either come pick up a truck June 1st (tomorrow, yikes!) at 6:30 and have it back by 9 AM the next morning or pick up a truck the next afternoon at 3:30 and return it by 9 AM the next morning. We chose the second option.
Fine, perfect, whatever. Only, notsomuch, the cleaning lady the owner had hired to come in was going to be there all day June 1st (still tomorrow). We were doing our walk through Saturday morning. Holy hell, freaking out! Bedroom furniture, pick up scheduled for June 9th? Damn. Mattress not coming until June 6th? Double damn. Utilities scheduled to be turned on for June 4th? Holy crap.
Needless to say things worked out fine. My mom was awesome and kept the girls all day Saturday so that we could get things moved without having to entertain them. We slept on an air mattress in the living room until the new mattress arrived. I begged the utility companies to turn us on early, Tim pitched in and flirted with the girl at the internet/TV/phone company and got her to bump us up and waive our installation fees (he fricking rocked and saved us about $100 in bogus installation fees). Walk through was done Friday night, while the cleaning lady was still there (whole other story).
Bedroom furniture, I almost had to resort to offering sexual favors to the elderly gentleman at the furniture store in order to get him to change our pick up date. I am not sure if that scared him more, or me.
All in all, I am glad it is over. We are happy to be in our own place again and grateful to mom and Petey Poo for letting us take over their house. I am glad our big TV fit through the doorway once we took the doors off the hinges. I wonder how I lived without Ikea for so many years. I am glad I can wander the house naked.
One thing I have to remember about the new place? It has a ton more windows than the old place. Must remember to close all of the blinds.
Cleaning lady saga tomorrow, with pictures!
