The trip begins...Or does it?

   It was Tuesday afternoon and my house was still in a MESS.  

Only half of it was packed. 

My mind was in almost as big of a mess. 

I didn't think I'd ever have everything ready in time to leave on Thursday. 

I remembered my dear sister-in-law Patty who had offered to help with anything I needed in the move. Quickly I called her up and Wednesday morning she her son David showed up. (THANK YOU TWO SO MUCH) They were a life saver to me. As I paced the house not sure what to do packing up the last things in our room, pacing around some more, packing up the bathroom, throwing things away and pacing some more, she calming and efficiently got my whole kitchen packed up.

Not just packed...but

PACKED

and I mean

PACKED. 

All the stuff that I had no idea what to do with she packed here and packed there and somehow got it all into just a few boxes and so tightly and nicely that I was certain nothing would break. David was an immense help too as he played with Jubilee and help to keep her from crying or emptying boxes as fast as we could fill them :-D We left for church and patty went to do some errands but while we were at church she came back and got everything finished. 

Wednesday evening we said our goodbyes to all who were not planning to come over and help us pack up the jeep on Thursday. We slept like logs that night and quite late into the day on Thursday. Lots of friends came over to spend our last day in WI with us. We pretended to work hard but a few games of dutch blitz were played too. Between Ken (Doug's brother and patty's husband) and Doug they were able to pack the trailer as well as Patty had packed the kitchen. Never seen so much stuff fit in one small 4x8 trailer. And NEVER seen so much stuff fit in one small jeep. We were packing and packing and packing  and till we were jamming and shoving just to fit one more shoe in. No one dared to open the back doors anymore. Finally everything was packed (except for a smile pile that we ended up leaving in the garage to get later.) It was around 6:30 p.m. We were ALMOST ready to hit the road (or so I thought.) Doug came upstairs and told me in a round about way that the axle was bending and we were having a "problem". Ken immediately interpreted for me "Just so you know, you won't be leaving tonight". 

*sigh*

Part of me was disappointed

Part of me was happy.

I was SO tired at that point that the thought of going to BED just sounded beautiful. Doug took off to Antigo with Ken to get a new axle and I went with Joyce to her house to REST. My dear friend Rachel said she would buy and cook anything that I wanted. I asked for taco salad so I got spoiled with a beautiful dinner, a soft couch, cozy jammies (borrowed from another dear friend.) and some games with friends. 

The day ended with CRASHING into Joyce's beautifully soft bed...and looking forward to leaving the NEXT evening after getting the trailer fixed.

Rest of the story will be coming in the next post...