When we got married, I was given a beautiful Brian Kershisnik print that was called Dancing Through Disaster. Although I don't always handle crisis situations as I later wish I would have, this phrase stays with me in moments like these. I must of thought of it 5 times yesterday.
We're in the final stages of recovering from the flood and later mold which came from the apartment above. New carpet was installed yesterday which meant everything had to come out of the apartment. Because it was so cold, rather than taking everything out, they simply maneuvered everything from room to room. The pileup almost gave me a heart attack.
All the doors came off and our desk and canopy bed came completely apart.
I left the apartment for an hour with 2 movers and 2 installers working on everything and returned to a couch standing on it's side on the only wooden area of the apartment. They wouldn't fit through the door apparently.
That's my printer below balanced on top of my shoes, and our sheets just thrown on the lockers.
If you look close enough here you will see our kitchen table and our other couch with the chairs piled on top. Our TV stand is stuffed into the kitchen too. Somewhere in the process someone spilled orange juice and I couldn't even get to it to clean it up.
The good thing about the whole ordeal is that I must of gotten rid of 4 trash bags of excess and trash. And we got a new carpet that is very comfy. Did I mention our landlord picked out white? yikes! Not sure that is the smartest when she plans on renting her place out.