I swear, I don't make up the drama.

Ha.

Hahaha.

Hahahahahahahaha.

I'm laughing at myself. For being naive and thinking that the actual moving process would go smoothly.

I should have known the day was doomed when early this morning a storm hit. . . a storm that tore my parents' fence down and blew tree limbs all over the road. Still, I braved the drive to myself so that I could be there at 8:00 am just in case the movers really did make it on time.

I wasn't surprised when 8:30 came and they still weren't there.

Still not too surprised at 9:30.

At 10:30, I started wondering if they had been in an accident, or if the storm was so bad wherever they were that they couldn't make it.

At 11:30, I finally called and asked (in my surprisingly timid little voice), "Um, I was supposed to have movers here today and I was just wondering when they might arrive?"

Hahahahaha.

Yeah, the movers weren't coming, and it had nothing to do with the storm (which had already blown over). They had been late on another shipment and weren't even in Arkansas. They decided to come the next day. Without telling me. The manager said they had left a voicemail on Brandon's phone. . . but Brandon has been out on a training exercise and didn't have access to his phone.

. . .

I wanted to say a lot of things. . . none of which I will repeat here. But I didn't. Instead, my fake-nice Southern drawl came out, and I very sweetly said, "I'm afraid that's not going to work. See, my husband is in the field on a training exercise and there is no way I can get in touch with him. I will be leaving the state in the morning. I'm not driving myself, so I can't delay it-- my plans are set. Both sets of our parents are also going out of town, so none of them can be here to release our things-- not that it matters, because I can't get in touch with Brandon to get a letter of authorization for anyone else to act as agent, so I guess we're in trouble!"
Thankfully, the man was very nice. He made some calls and got other movers (the same ones who packed me) to head my way. They left their headquarters within minutes, and four hours later, I had four men moving everything out of my house as quickly as possible. I don't think they were happy about it-- I can't really blame them, since they had to drive so far and will have such a long day-- but they were professional and nice and got my entire house loaded into the truck in less than two hours.

So, I'm bunking with my parents again. In a few minutes, I will be packing my suitcase and attempting to load up in my parents' van. That could be an adventure in itself, as there are six people and two dogs going to be riding together. . . Yes, the babies are going, and will be staying at a boarding facility for a couple of nightes during graduation. I'm trying not to think about it-- you all know how protective I am of them!

Say a prayer for our journey!