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This is what I endured for four days, YES, four WHOLE DAYS (it took two days in Houston to get our stuff packed up), while the movers packed up the villa so that everything could be shipped back to Houston.
If that weren't bad enough...on day two of packing, I came down the back hall and stepped right into a massive puddle of water. I was washing the last of the laundry that would go in our suitcases and the pipe that the washer drained into had backed up again. All towels had been packed up so I had to try and soak up the mess with packing paper. Note to self: packing paper has no absorption whatsoever. While I'm trying to stop the water from hitting the already packed boxes in the entry, I look and see wet footprints going down the hall. Soooo, the movers had just walked through the giant puddle of water and not said a thing. Fabulous.
The next day I had a guy come to disconnect and move our appliances to a friend's. Surprisingly the appliance transfer went smoothly. But, I arrived back at the villa to discover MORE water! The hole where the dishwasher had been hooked up was flowing like a river, well maybe more like a stream, onto my kitchen floor. Seriously? I had no idea how I pissed off Poseidon. This time the movers noticed the water and made a packing paper dam to stop the water from hitting the boxes, but had done nothing to try and stop the leak. I got my hands wet, literally, and most of the rest of me trying to get under the sink and shut off the valve. No dice. And, you guessed it, the tools had already been packed. AND, Dylan is thinking that this is his new favorite play spot. I called the maintenance number for the villa and waited for three hours for Emrill to arrive. After a quick peek outside I see an Emrill van down the street. I walk over there and convince one of the guys to come and take a look and explain that I called several hours ago. He told me that they HAD come, but no one answered the door! Eight people in the house and no one heard the door?? Come on! So I harass the poor worker and he brings his wrench over and tries to fix the valve. After his fiddling he realizes that the valve thingy is stripped and they'll have to replace the whole pipe/valve combo. Great. Luckily he stayed and the rest of his maintenance crew came down and finished within a few hours. We moved into our temporary apartment that afternoon. I walked into the kitchen and I kid you not, there was water coming from the bottom of the dishwasher. That was the moment I decided to finish my Jack Daniels project.
On the fourth day the container was loaded and locked and our flight out of the oven was booked for a few days later. Two days before the flight Kel tells me that we don't have our passports back yet. His visa hadn't been cancelled yet, but mine and Dylan's had. Great. I just knew he wouldn't get his back in time and I'd have to fly yet another time by myself with Dyl. I think Kelly was secretly hoping it wouldn't come back just for that reason. Somehow, it all got finished up and with three passports we headed to the airport for our scheduled flight.
Checking out the boxes
Packing tape, more fun than cars!
He even found a place to play with his cars during the chaos
That's what the movers thought our names were!
At last! Loading up the container.
2 comments:
Try waiting 5 days to get your A/C fixed while being 5 months pregnant in that oven!!
Whitney, that would totally suck! I hated those stupid AC units! What was that part called that they always replaced? Reminded me of Back to the Future!
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