PCS part 1 is OVER =)

PRAISE THE LORD!

I don't even know where to start.  This week has been absolutely CrAzY! I guess I'll just start at the beginning, and hope you bare with me and make it to the end. 


We thought that they were coming to pack/pick-up non-temporary storage the stuff we are NOT taking to Japan, the things that they will store for us here in the States.  So Tuesday we moved everything that we wanted to go into storage into our blue bedroom and everything we didn't want to go to storage our of that bedroom.  I was confident I could handle telling the movers just to pack the stuff in the blue room and not touch anything anywhere else in the house.  We figured it would only take them a couple hours at most and we would have the rest of the day/night to get stuff ready for our house hold goods pick-up the following day and to pack the stuff we wanted to keep with us for the summer.  Our house was a mess, but we already had our accompanied baggage set aside, so we were doing pretty well for a couple of procrastinators!

Well, Wednesday morning rolls around, Jason takes off for a 12 mile training ruck march with some buddies and I spend a few minutes catching up on my Google reader before the movers show up.  Once they arrive, I confirm that they are there to pick up our stuff for storage, to which the head guy says, "nope.  we're here to pick up everything you want to send to Japan."

WHAT?!?!?  NOOOOOO!!!!

I was INSTANTLY thrown into PANIC mode!  If I had still been 1/2 asleep when they showed up, I was now wide awake!  The guy showed me his paper work, and sure enough, it said "destination: Japan".  I was sure something had been mixed up  but didn't know on whose end so I called my husband (I had made sure he took his cell with him on the ruck march, JUST IN CASE) and all but yelled, "I DO NOT CARE WHERE YOU ARE, YOU NEED TO COME HOME NOW!"  (There may or may not have been a few expletives in there)  He told me he was about 6 miles into a 12 mile ruck march, but luckily, they hadn't just marched 6 miles into the woods, they were on some path and a guy was driving around timing people and he just happened to drive by while I was on the phone with hubs and took him back to his car so he made it home in about 25 minutes.  During that time, I had called transportation and they had confirmed that, indeed, they were picking up our HHG that day.  So I sent the movers into the office, told them to start there and give me about 20 minutes before they touched any other part of the house.  I started the dishwasher and went into our bedroom and started grabbing anything and everything I thought I could possibly need for the summer.  I'm pretty sure that I grabbed everything I need, and if not, I'll just buy a new one.  I am done worrying about it now, there is nothing I can do about it now.  That morning was one of the most frantic of my life.  Go ahead and call me melodramatic if you wish, I can take it!

Then, that afternoon, our property manager called and I'll spare you all the details, but essentially there was some miss communication between her and our renters and they thought they were moving into our house on Thursday!  Um, no, sorry, our stuff won't be out until Friday morning.  Not happening.  After some drama in our drive way, the people we thought were going to rent our house decided not to.  More stress we did not need, especially after the morning we had.  The PM did find someone the next day to rent our house, so it all worked out, but the whole day was absolutely CHAOTIC and I was SOOOO happy when it was over!

I wish I could say the rest of the move went smooth, but Thursday, when I took the dog to the vet to get his final blood test before he could begin the quarantine period, the doors were locked and they appeared to be closed.  I saw someone inside so I knocked and the girl who normally sees our dog comes out and tells me that there are no vets in the office today and they can't send out the blood work until a vet signs the paperwork.  She checked my file, and luckily, one of the vets had signed a blank form and all she had to do was draw blood, fill it out and send it in.  Crisis #3 averted! 

Speaking of our dog, I think he's depressed.  He's been mopey all week and Friday while we were getting the last bit of stuff out of the house and packing it into the car, he sat like this the whole time 

He was determined not to get left behind!

I guess the hubs in not going to Sapper school now, so we rented out our house but aren't leaving town yet, so we're living with friends for a few weeks.  I'm not sure how much I'll be posting...could be more, could be less, but I am reading all of your blogs, even if I don't comment!  If you made it to this point and actually read all of that non-sense, I appreciate you!  I'm sure I'll look back on this experience and it will seem like no big deal, but while it was happening, it definitely seemed like the end of the world.  Here's hoping things go a little smoother on the other end!