After days upon days of driving (ok, it was only two days, but it felt like forever), we finally arrived at
the promised land our new apartment. When a couple of days passed and our stuff still didn't arrive, we got worried and bombarded our movers with numerous voice messages and emails. A day or two later, we finally reached an agent who said that he was "unable to locate our belongings" but he guessed they were "probably still in Chicago."
Grr.
After some more discussion we then found out the company could
probably locate our stuff and
probably deliver our stuff within a week... if we paid an extra fee.
Double grr.
Darn you, movers! I bite my thumb at you!
After agreeing to pay the extra
ransom fee, I tried to make myself feel better by cleaning. (I know, it sounds strange, but whenever I get stressed I like organizing and cleaning things. Maybe it helps me to feel like I have some sort of control over things?)
Baby Chuck must have been stressed too, because he was also really keen on cleaning.
Nice job! Stress, be gone!
