So we did it. We moved. People keep asking if we're all settled in and I'm not entirely sure how to answer that. Okay, technically speaking, yes, all of our possessions are under one roof. Of course we can't put the cars in the garage, since it's full of boxes and I saw Son eating cereal out of a gravy boat the other day. I'm still not sure where the dishes all ended up. I have an idea, of course, but I'm more than a little afraid that finding them will involve sorting through the box warehouse formerly known as the garage and I'm just not ready to face that yet.
On the first day we were actually moving things into the house, I was taking a break (by break I mean "collapsing in a heap of overworked and only recently-discovered muscle groups while whimpering quietly") when Son called to me from the entry.
"Mom! Have you seen this? It's so AWESOME!"
"Have I seen what?"
"The alarm system, you should see this!"
Realizing that checking out the alarm system would mean moving my weary and very sore muscles more than I was willing to do unless someone set me on fire, I tried to stall by asking,
"Describe it to me?"
"Oh it's so cool, it's got buttons you can push to call people to help!"
"Oh? Is there a Moving Man button on there?"
"Funny. No. BUT there's a button for the police, one for the paramedics, one for the fire department and we've even got a button for the army!" He now had my full attention.
"We can call the army?"
"Yeah, this must be the deluxe model or something!"
Curiosity finally won out and I limped into the entry to investigate. "Okay, Kiddo, show me this system."
With his best Vanna White impression he pointed to the buttons on the alarm key pad. "See? Fire, medical, police and the army, only it has a police car icon instead of "police" and a red cross icon for medical, and a little flame for the fire department. But there's no icon for the army button. It just says ARM for short. Cool, huh?"
Very cool. Moving all those boxes should be a breeze with the army at my fingertips!