This past weekend involved one of our crazy drives to Quebec and back in two days. We started off somewhere around ten in the morning, and as per usual it took us about nine and a half hours. Once there, hubby moved a couch, loveseat, and various other things from our daughter’s apartment to our son’s apartment. Our son is currently paying rent for an apartment he won’t live in until the end of August, so it is very expensive storage fees. Now it is a brand new apartment building and quite lovely. His apartment is on the fourth floor and lucky for the people who want to stay in shape, there is no elevator. So hubby and the teenage boy spent about two hours climbing up and down moving everything.
Once the teenage boy’s move was finished, middle child and her dad moved the rest of her belongings into the covered trailer we had borrowed. There of course was not enough space, but with forward thinking hubby had folded down the back seats and removed two seats from the van before we had left home. During this move, I, who can only be in a supervisory position was standing there supervising with our beagle Cocoa, when a husky from the park across the street bolted toward us. With no owner in sight, the husky attacked our dog, and if it wasn’t for middle child who was able to call the dog off, Cocoa may have suffered more than just a bite to his eye.
After all the moving was complete, we collapsed with exhaustion and went to bed, well the teenage boy was given the couch, he’s young. The next morning, middle child awoke early so she could clean her old apartment, and move the washing machine to the trash, only to discover during the night someone had vomited throughout the stairwell, smeared what we were pretty sure was poop all over the walls (on all four floors). After gagging and gagging, she phoned her landlord, who responded with “I’ll deal with it on Monday.” Seriously? This was Saturday. Lo and behold though, he showed up an hour later and cleaned up the mess.
More errands were eventually run, before we started the trip home, middle child said goodbye to her dog Bear, who we are now babysitting for six weeks. She didn’t think it would be fair for him to be locked up in her apartment well she is in school all day.
Another nine and a half hours later, some $500 spent in gas, we arrived home so the teenage boy and dad could empty the trailer, which hubby and I then returned to our friend.
Good news: We don’t have to return for another six weeks, at which point we bring middle child home for the summer.
Bad news: At the end of August, since middle child is finished her four years of university, she has decided to attend college in Lindsay, Ontario. So we will drive to Lindsey first, then make our way down to bring the teenage boy to Quebec. That trip may take three days.