This last week has been the longest one ever for me. I've spent the past week helping my mother move from a big house she's lived in for the past 15 years, into a little 2 bedroom trailer. I told her she needed to downsize before we started moving her, but she didn't get rid of near enough stuff.
I took it upon myself to move most of the big stuff for her, and now I'm paying for it. Guess what! I'm not as young as I used to be. I found out that I've got muscles that I haven't used for a long time, and I hurt bad. I lifted a desk, a big overstuffed rocking chair, several kitchen chairs, and even several dressers. I feel like I got hit by a mack truck.
My sister has been living with my mom for the past few months, trying to help her out with bills and that kind of thing. So, not only did I have to move my mom's stuff, but my sister's as well. I had no idea one person could stash so much crap into one little bedroom. Nor did I know that my little pick up could carry so much stuff. I think the box of my truck is slightly wider than it used to be.
But, we finally got them both moved into their new house. It makes me feel a little better as she's a little closer to me now, and with my sister there, I don't have to worry about her being all alone. But I swear that if she decides to move again, I'm renting a U-Haul.