Today I got up at 4:45am to take a tramadol for pain.
Yesterday was the cause of the pain I have today. Left the house at 6:30am to drive to Notre Dame to pack up Dasha, move her into her friend's apartment for a 1 week stay, but then bring 90% of her stuff home. She was supposed to have gotten boxes and pre-packed. Had to be out of the dorm by NOON.
Get to campus a few minutes early only to find that:
- she was in a panic after realizing how much stuff she had to do
- terminal procrastinator this kid is
- she had flat boxes but no packing tape
- so without tape, she just left the boxes unassembled (flat)
Fortunately yesterday was "late move out day" so there were literally a half dozen girls moving out of the entire dorm and we didn't have to fight for the elevator, didn't have to fight for rolling laundry bins to help us move boxes, etc.
Being an ex-warehousing and shipping guy, I stopped into action, told her i needed ALL the big stuff. The biggest being a futon on an adjustable frame. Of course there was a pile of stuff between that futon and the door. I grabbed one of the big rolling bins, put some smaller things that she had pre-packed and headed down to the parking lot with what I could move ... but leaving her with instructions on clearing a path so we could get that futon out of the room.
I'm sure most parents of college kids have experience some similar catastrophe
As with all these stories, it all works out. But damn I am sore. Rheumatoid Arthritis sucks. Killed the pain with some bourbon before bedtime and slept well until about 4am.
I'm smiling in the photo because I had NOT yet realized that I would be unloading the truck at home, alone.