Mohawk Moving and Storage is in the middle of packing up our Sea Shipment. Two guys in uniforms, one big truck.
If you have never had anyone come and pack your house, it is kind of a surreal experience. First they bring in some long rubber “carpet” runners so they don’t ruin your floor. Then they go with you from room to room as you point out the stuff you have set aside for packing. Then they bring in their huge stacks of papers, boxes, tapes, and cushioning pads. Then they set up a work station in one of the rooms you want packed and they go to work. They work quickly and you start to wonder “Are they being as delicate with my things as I would be?” and then you realize “Why do I care, at least I don’t have to pack all this crap up.” The you drink your coffee and point at things as they pack.
The mover in the kitchen is done. And he has packed up our bedroom as well – all except for the mattress. He has now moved on to the upstairs. Jenni and I are taking it easy and have decided to multitask as we go through the office”supplies” and purge.
Did you know that you don’t have to keep every half chewed pencil, every colorful paperclip, every old empty file folder, and unused Christmas cards from the last 11 years? You can throw that crap away!!! Who knew?
—11:05 am —
The rooms are looking empty. The upstairs – the kids rooms – have had boxes moved out and all that is left is the mattresses. The kitchen is packed up. The basement is almost empty of boxes. They kept some of the things we had in Rubbermaid totes and then wrapped the plastic totes in paper – I find that funny and ironic.
The one phenomenon I am having difficulty overcoming is the NEED TO HELP. I see them carrying boxes and I want to say “Here let me give you a hand with that.”, or, ” I got this one, you go ahead and get that box in the basement.” It is really hard to just stand there and watch them work. Intellectually, I understand that this is why they are being paid and that it is their job, but emotionally I am having a hard time not assisting. I guess I am not used to living the “easy life” and having people do the work for you – or – maybe if we all just pitched in and helped each other out a bit things would get done quicker and we all wouldn’t have to work so hard.
And with that, our sea shipment is on its way. They were quick and efficient – one of them wanted to buy some of our furniture (but only the good stuff – he didn’t want our hand me down end tables).
We were unsure whether you tip them or not – so we did. Couldn’t hurt. We told them about the Pizza joint around the corner and hopefully they will put the money back into the community by eating there.
Next step: Get the rest of our life in order.
***OK, maybe it is not live blogging, but I have never blogged about something as it was happening and the people involved were standing right next to me.