Background
I have had a surprisingly large amount of experience moving households as I have had to do it twice in roughly two years now.
There is the initial packing phase, which I am not allowed to do, because grabbing everything you see and throwing it into large plastic bags is apparently not how it is done. I am trusted to take things apart, but only as long as I promise to return them to their original state upon reaching the new place of residence. I learned that the neighborhood children will work for popsicles and descend upon basic IKEA shelving as a swarm of locust descending upon a field of wheat. Say what you will about hording, but there is something to be said for having 3 sets of wrenches, 2 crescent wrenches, some vice grips and a box of frozen treats handy when the locust arrive.
There is a beast of burden phase where I am trusted with the thousand trips to and from the various transport vehicles bearing loads of varying weights and sizes. Stacking said loads in the vehicles and in the new storage facility… err, home… is also my responsibility during this phase. The locust also come in handy for this phase, but their wings can’t bear much weight.
There is an unpacking phase, but I am a male. This means I am not to be trusted with unpacking the newly erected stacks of stuff because I am genetically incapable of understanding where anything not pertaining to electronics belongs. I am thus only allowed to unpack and arrange the man-cave. It also means that the electronics were the only functional items in the house as we fell asleep the first night. (note: include my back as one of the non-functional items in the house that night)
I unpacked the man cave and then got to rotate it 180 degrees once the new lair … err big green comfy couch… was delivered. I got to move a refrigerator and disconnect an oven hood that was shorting out the electronics, but other than that, my back and I were not to be trusted with any unsupervised labor. Since my wife spent the ensuing days creating order out of chaos in ways that can only be considered miraculous, the only task left for me when I came home each night was to rub sore feet.
That left one hand free to play civ World



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