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Moving day + two young sons + a ferocious storm = a bit of chaos.
Everything that day got put into the garage just to get it out of the truck. Again, because of the weather, moving "day" turned into moving "days".  Naturally, nothing was where it needed to be for days to come;  boxes of "things" were everywhere.  It all seems a blurr now, but I know that after the storm finally passed and because the laundry room was downstairs, my ex and his pal carried the washer and then the dryer down the slippery, sloping landscape and in through the door down there. 
As with previous moves we had made, it ended up being my task to organize everything.  Boxes got moved and re-moved as we determined what would go where.


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