The day the movers came

The plan was simple.  Movers come Tuesday and Wednesday, pack all our stuff up, and be done.  Thursday we were to fly out.  Friday we were to arrive in Ireland.  Simple as that.

But wait!  This is OUR life.  Nothing is ever simple.  No, when we do things, we have to make it interesting.  This time, our interesting is Snowpocalypse 2011.

In case you haven’t heard, this massive snowstorm is eating up half the United States.  There will be chaos and zombies and global warming involved.  All this has put a little snag in our travel plans.  The snag?  The movers won’t come tomorrow – you know, because of the 14 to 4 billion inches of snow we’re to get. The roads will be all but unmanageable (Michigan has horrible snow plowing…go figure.)  So the movers will show up again Thursday.

They did their best – the pair that showed up.  But someone vastly underestimated the job to be done, so they weren’t able to possibly finish today.  Even if they had time, they ran out of boxes.  And the Snowpocalypse was coming. They had to go buy milk and eggs and bread (really, do people like to make French toast during storms?)  They promised to come back Thursday to finish.  Except we were to fly out on Thursday.

Well, we decided that maybe we should change our flight.  Because let’s face it, somewhere between Detroit and Chicago, we had a high likelihood of being on the news as some of the passengers stranded at the airport because of flight delays and cancellations.  So Josh called the very nice woman in charge of our travel plans, who said she’d do her best.

For whatever reason, we can’t fly out Friday on the airline we’re booked on.  So we have to wait until Saturday before leaving.

While it’s not ideal, it’s better than if we were to fly out tonight and getting stuck camping at Camp O’Hare Airport with four kids in tow.  And we can impress all the Dubliners with our Snowpocalypse Surival Stories!