Moving In

I forgot how hard it is to move. There have been a lot of ups and downs over the last couple of days.

We checked out of the hotel and got our car and driver on Thursday. It took 2 trips from the hotel to get all of our bags. Then our air shipment arrived. The condo was a mess from new construction dust, cable/Internet drilling and general life in Malaysia (so I've been told).

Between the movers unpacking, the kids discovering their toys and trying to get the laundry started, it was chaos. And the dust and dirt just got covered up and pushed around.

There is a whole list of stuff I should have brought, things I wished I had and things I didn't need to bring. We brought way too many clothes and not enough hangers. Hopefully, a trip (or 2?) to Ikea will help solve this problem.

I told the driver we would unpack a little then make a run to the grocery store. I told him I would call him about 1:30 and we should be ready to go. When I called him there was something definitely lost in translation because he said he had gone to prayer. I was aware that I should have asked this before we made afternoon plans, but I forgot. I figured I'd give him an hour and I would call back.

In the meantime, we unpacked our brand new pots and pans only to find that the box contained someone else's used & scratched up pots. I was livid! The one thing I was excited about and would be able to use were someone else's trash. I was feeling really defeated. I needed to get the to store and not only buy groceries, but now cookware w/ the kids in tow.

One hour later...I saw that I had a missed call from the driver. Great, he must be ready. I got downstairs and found out that what he really said was "I'm already here" not "I'm at prayer." Poor guy waited an hour for us. Needless to say, I felt like a jerk. Not the first time I'll feel like a complete idiot, I'm sure.

We made it to the terribly small grocery store. It was late in the afternoon, incredible crowded and the kids were tired and we were all irritable. Which means they were going crazy. No cookware here. Head over to the store at the mall. Buys 3 pieces of cookware for the same price as my 13 piece set. Nice! We also needed a power strip for the TV. Done.

We get back to the condo, mason's asleep and we get it all carried in thanks to the driver.

As I'm putting up the groceries, brady is opening the power strip. I told him we were going to wait on daddy and don't plug anything in. It only took about 1 minute after that and I heard a loud pop. The wii was unpacked, plugged in and blown up. Talk about defeated.

Needless to say, it was a tough day. Cereal for dinner. It's just stuff, thank God no one was hurt. Serious lesson learned.