Moving Dear God Why

[spryng]

Yesterday was a mess. We had the promises of two friends - with beaus, so four people - that they'd be able to help us pack the POD this weekend. I'd been talking to them about this for the last two months, because we'd known Lady wouldn't be able to carry much and I'd be awkwardly pregnant.

Two months.

A month ago I reminded them and got a yes! we will be there from one and a uuuuh, what day is that again? from another. We ended up moving our pack date back a day and got promises again that both would definitely be there.

Two weeks ago one was like, actually I'll be out of the country at the end of the month, but I'll be back to help that weekend. Okay, fine. We just need you Sunday for a few hours, that's it.

When I hadn't heard a peep from anyone by Sunday morning, I asked the one if she was even in town and got a reply that no, but she'd be back that night! After headdesking for a while, I reminded myself that we still had the other friend who I knew was back in town and we'd just... hadn't heard from yet... and it would be fine. We needed one extra pair of hands, really. I just needed help with the dolly so Lady wouldn't reinjure her foot.

Then I heard - she was sick, and even worse, her pet was deathly ill. No fault of her own, really she needed to be home resting, I understood.

But it was 1pm and 100 degrees and we had to get everything into the POD before it got dark and it was just me, a pregnant lady who can't front-carry anything, and my wife, recovering from tendononsis who honestly shouldn't carry more than her own weight, and I didn't know how we were going to do it and of course Pregnancy Logic (TM) meant we couldn't call any other friends at the Very Last Minute because we hadn't asked them before and no one would be available so I ugly sobbed while taking apart the bed and while trying to carry boxes out and while trying to wrangle cats.

Eventually Lady talked me out of my panicking spiral and we did call some other friends and they were able to help (BLESS THEM BLESS THEM FOREVER) and everything heavy is now in the POD and I'm only kinda sore and Lady's only kinda limping and it's going to be okay.

Comments

[audesapere.livejournal.com]

Well you know what they say about real friends...movers are really your friends here! Don't compromise your health and safety! IDK, even if I were sick I couldn't flake on helping a pregnant person and her injured wife move, I'd like, personally round up people myself. That's execrable. I am mad on your behalf. I mean, I still offer to help my friends move because moving is hell. To be honest I think once you're in your 30s, it's a tiny bit of an adulting fail to be to poor or cheap to hire movers... I'd help my friends but these days it's usually, like, showing up and managing or helping unpack or wrangling pets. I got a free Angie's List subscription through my insurance, there are good recs for movers on there and Groupon-like deals, maybe you can line up someone ahead of time.