Friday, December 21, 2012
Friday we were up and at 'em early attempting to ready our apartment for the small group of movers who were set to arrive at 3:00 pm. Stopping at Starbucks for a quick bite to eat and necessary cup of Joe before picking up the U-Haul truck, Jeff and I enjoyed the temporary "quiet" before the "storm." We knew that once we got going there would be no stopping until the apartment was empty and our time at 3210 Warrensville Center Road came to an end. Ironically, December's weather up until the 21st had been unseasonably warm and mild; however, we woke Friday morning to snow flurries that developed into a steady snowfall by 2:00 pm just in time to load the truck. Thanks to the kind help of a friend, I was able to drop the little lady and man off at a friend's house for one last play date. Not only did this kind mother open up her home to our children, but invited a few of the little lady's former classmates over for a farewell party. God bless her. And, with the older two playfully occupied, Jeff, June and I got focused. While Jeff and the movers began loading, Junebug and I attempted to finish packing the master bedroom. Amidst the bed frames, empty dressers, and embrassingly large amount of dust bunnies I folded our final loads of laundry and packed up our clothes. June was more focused on eating during this time and I found myself humorously sitting on the bathroom floor with door closed nursing her. Privacy was hard to come by. At 6:00 pm I sloshed through the snow and slick streets to retrieve the little lady and man. They were surprised to return home to an (almost) empty apartment. The bare floors and echoing walls were an inviting change of pace, and as Jeff and I crammed garbage bags full of trash and last minute items, they freely ran about the place. Exhausted, we made the final push and by 7:00 pm we were ready to lock our doors. We called in an order to B Spot, our favorite burger joint, and made our way to the Homestead Suites. In a moment of pure comical timing, just as I had settled our crew in the hotel room, the fire alarms sounded and the children and I cautiously ascended the many stairs down to the hotel lobby. You might imagine the littles' concerned faces as we sat awaiting Jeff's return with our tasty burgers in the middle of a crowded lobby, red lights flashing. And, so we sat eating our final Cleveland meal in the lobby surrounded by strangers and firemen, with the not so subtle background noise of fire alarms. Eventually, we were able to return to our room just in time for a late dip in the bathtub, and ice cream treat. We deserved it after all the chaos. It was then time for Jeff to pick up Dawn and Bob from the airport. They graciously agreed to help us with the drive back to Milwaukee. By 11:30pm we were all in bed exhausted but grateful.
Friday we were up and at 'em early attempting to ready our apartment for the small group of movers who were set to arrive at 3:00 pm. Stopping at Starbucks for a quick bite to eat and necessary cup of Joe before picking up the U-Haul truck, Jeff and I enjoyed the temporary "quiet" before the "storm." We knew that once we got going there would be no stopping until the apartment was empty and our time at 3210 Warrensville Center Road came to an end. Ironically, December's weather up until the 21st had been unseasonably warm and mild; however, we woke Friday morning to snow flurries that developed into a steady snowfall by 2:00 pm just in time to load the truck. Thanks to the kind help of a friend, I was able to drop the little lady and man off at a friend's house for one last play date. Not only did this kind mother open up her home to our children, but invited a few of the little lady's former classmates over for a farewell party. God bless her. And, with the older two playfully occupied, Jeff, June and I got focused. While Jeff and the movers began loading, Junebug and I attempted to finish packing the master bedroom. Amidst the bed frames, empty dressers, and embrassingly large amount of dust bunnies I folded our final loads of laundry and packed up our clothes. June was more focused on eating during this time and I found myself humorously sitting on the bathroom floor with door closed nursing her. Privacy was hard to come by. At 6:00 pm I sloshed through the snow and slick streets to retrieve the little lady and man. They were surprised to return home to an (almost) empty apartment. The bare floors and echoing walls were an inviting change of pace, and as Jeff and I crammed garbage bags full of trash and last minute items, they freely ran about the place. Exhausted, we made the final push and by 7:00 pm we were ready to lock our doors. We called in an order to B Spot, our favorite burger joint, and made our way to the Homestead Suites. In a moment of pure comical timing, just as I had settled our crew in the hotel room, the fire alarms sounded and the children and I cautiously ascended the many stairs down to the hotel lobby. You might imagine the littles' concerned faces as we sat awaiting Jeff's return with our tasty burgers in the middle of a crowded lobby, red lights flashing. And, so we sat eating our final Cleveland meal in the lobby surrounded by strangers and firemen, with the not so subtle background noise of fire alarms. Eventually, we were able to return to our room just in time for a late dip in the bathtub, and ice cream treat. We deserved it after all the chaos. It was then time for Jeff to pick up Dawn and Bob from the airport. They graciously agreed to help us with the drive back to Milwaukee. By 11:30pm we were all in bed exhausted but grateful.
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Picking up the big U-Haul truck. Excitement mounting.
Helping Dad load, while enjoying the first snow of the season.
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Subway picnic. We continued to "eat fresh" until the very end.
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Enjoying our first hotel stay as a family.
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Littlest lady. Big bed.
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