This is what I come from

Seriously. You guys, my Madre is a covert operative. She could have been a spy for the CIA.

Today our furniture f.i.n.a.l.l.y got picked up from our storage unit! My Madre was going to be there to supervise the packers and movers. The packers arrived early and called us to see where she was. While the hubs was talking to the guy about her ETA he asked if they possibly knew when our furniture would arrive. The guy looked at his paperwork and told the hubs that it said they had until the 30th to get it to us.

When my hubby got off the phone, he told me what the guy had said. Tears immediatly welled up in my exhausted eyes. (We only got an hours sleep last night, but I'll tell you that horror story later.) I knew that they had until then but I was hoping that it wouldn't take that long. We move into our house on friday and the thought of living two weeks with no furniture, etc. was just devastating me.

My hubby watched me start to have my mini-breakdown and immediatly began to calm me. This wasn't anything we had control over, we have to let it go, he said. So, we went on with packing up our hotel room so we could move to another room.

Time passed. We got settled. My Madre text me with updates on what the packers were doing. On the 18 wheeler moving truck that wouldn't fit into the storage yard.

Then she called.

"Guess what?" she said "The moving guy is from Houston."
"That's great," I responded as I really thought who cares.
"I asked him if he had family there." she chirped. "He has 8 children and 9 grandchildren. He's got a set of twin grandbabys that he misses the most."
"Mmmm" I said as HRJ climbed up the front of me.
"I asked if he was going to see them and he said, yes. So then you know, I had to ask when?"
"Uh-HUH?" I said my anticipation growing.
"FRIDAY!!" she squealed.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" I shrieked as I bounced on the bed.

Friday! That means our stuff will be here Friday. OMG. Folks. OMG!

We chatted a little more and then hung up.

Then? Can I tell you it was like 300 pounds just flew off my shoulders. My heart felt happy. Finally this nomadic life of packing/unpacking/restaurant eating/Maggie boarding/living out of 2 cars is almost over. Of course I won't believe it until the men are bringing the 109 boxes into our house. I have hope though. And it's all thanks to my Madre's CIA training questioning tactics.

Thanks Madre for all of your help. We are so lucky to have you!  Love you!!!