OMG Mom.

I must have said that phrase over a million times on Monday (February 17).

I know, I'm catching up.

The moving truck with allllll her stuff arrived around 10:30.

I'm again SO GRATEFUL for my flexible job - which allowed me to work from her house for half the day and take PTO the other half.

And thank goodness I was there to help her.

Not only did she have all her furniture, she also had 70 boxes.

70.

SEVENTY.

This is one small woman we're talking about.

The moving company knew exactly what they were doing and besides a few minor things, they really did a great job.

They packed, wrapped, marked every single item my mom owns.

Each was listed on an extension inventory list (8 pages long).

As they brought each item/box into the house, they announced the number listed on the package and we were to initial by it on our list.

It was fast moving.

But besides one broken chair leg, everything was delivered as expected, after moving 3,000 miles across the country - and some of those items have done the trip twice now!

The moving people left my mom's house around 2:30 I think. So about 4 hours. They also set up the bed, hutch, tables, etc. so that was helpful.

Steve had to take his sister and her family to the airport in the next city over, so he dropped the girls off with us and took them.

We continued unpacking and did so until around 6pm. We unpacked 60 boxes.

It was pretty nostalgic to go through mom's things.

Pillow cases that are legit 30 years old.

She has like 40 glasses.

50 mugs.

400 little plates.

400 big plates.

400 bowls.

It's insane.

She's one person!

But with her personality, she'll be unpacked in a week.

It feels so good to have her home! It also oddly feels normal too.