Isn't Today Moving Day?!

So it is officially Saturday, which has been moving day on my calendar for a few weeks now. Even when we were told that the hole in the basement of our new house was not going to be fixed,
I kept the date.

Even when we found out that H was going to have to stay up here at his old job for a little longer (to learn some new computer program for his new location) and that he had nowhere to stay,
I kept the date.

Even once I realized that H was not going to be able to lift ANYTHING (which he is still pretending is not true) and that I am the muscle of the family - Yikes! - I kept the date.

Even when I found out that our moving truck was not available and no other truck would be available in the state of Maryland,
I kept the date.

By the way, I found this out at 7:30 on Friday night, which happens to be the night before we were supposed to pick the truck up. And it is very difficult to talk to anyone about anything, let alone moving trucks, at 7:30 on Friday night, especially when you are left on hold for 30 minutes with UHaul, in the vain hope that they might find something that will work. They didn't and they didn't care. So much for reservations. So now it is 8:00 and no other moving company is open and most of the sites on the Internet require at least a 24 hour reservation, not 12. So after 5 different phone calls and several useless tirades, UHaul finally came through - I know you can't read sarcasm, but please know that it's there - in the form of a small truck and a small trailer that they were sure would fit all of our stuff. Right. H heard the word trailer and nearly died. (The reason is definitely a story worth hearing so ask me about it later!) So, I kept the date.

H tried to convince me to change the date and just cut our losses. He gave me a million really good reasons. But no, I was going to make it work no matter what.

Our friends, who own the house we're living in, offered to let us stay longer, but no, I had to keep the date. I have been packing and planning and counting down with the kids each night! How on earth could I change the date?!

Then I talked to my dear friend Karen who asked me why I was working so hard at making something work when I could just cancel the whole thing, wait 10 days, and make everything easier. My answer? The date was already set and that was it. What do these people not understand? Do they not know that the date is written in ink on my calendar?

So I got off the phone and asked myself why it was so important that I not change the date. I realized how hard I was working to make my life as difficult as possible and how ridiculous I was being and got to work changing the date at 9:15 PM the night before. It was way easier than I thought. The movers were accommodating, the manager of the new house was relieved, our "landlords" were awesome (of course), and since we already didn't have a truck, that wasn't really a problem anyway. H fully appreciated that I wouldn't listen to him, but as soon as I talked to Karen I realized the error of my ways. The only thing I couldn't "fix" is our mail so it will just have to pile up down there for a few days.