Moving

We were moving out of our apartment and he was getting the movers to come pick his stuff up for diego garcia. This is the moment when it finally hit me that we would be apart for a whole year. He was only sending his clothes since the furniture would be provided for him. We would first vacate our apartment and stay with some friends for a month and then move up to my parents where I would stay while he was at his new duty station.

While packing it was amazing to see how our life was sorted into a series of boxes of all sizes. All the boxes where labeled and it was interesting to see what room held most space as far as boxes. It turned out to be the kitchen with all appliances and pots and pans and utensils. Our bedrooms, the baby's and mine, would be basically moved into my parents home and they said that we could use the garage as storage.

we packed the boxes into a friends truck and then drove it to my parents, they were only about 2 hours away. then we drove back to the apartment because now it was time to clean. Once we moved all the furniture we noticed how dirty everything looked. we cleaned all day and into the night. We were dirty people, at least that is what I concluded if it was taking us this long. We scrubbed walls, because at this point the baby knew how to exercise her drawing skills and the wall was her canvass. we got into corners and cleaned windows.

He decided to do the bathroom (sure take the smallest and easiest room) He was using bleach and some other cleaners and had the door closed, all of a sudden he ran out of the bathroom and straight to the trash. Umm yeah the man had done the one thing it tells you not to do at the bottom of the cleansers, DO NOT MIX WITH OTHER PRODUCTS! He was nauseous and could no longer work because every time he smelled bleach he went running to the trash. I think this was a ploy to have me do all the heavy cleaning. We called it a night and went to our friends home. We would turn in the keys the following day.