1st Take Out – Old Saim. Which was terrible. Usually Old Saim is pretty good. But this was not. My mother, who had never eaten Thai food before (shocking, I know), actually liked everything. Except for the Tom Yum soup. I was surprised because 1) I love Tom Yum soup, and 2) it’s so limey and she loves citrus.
1st Tears – My mother and aunt. My mom and aunt came down to help with the move. These two really can’t be left alone together. On the way down, they stopped off at the new casino in Dover, Delaware, you know, just to check it out. Degenerate gamblers, both. Anyway, after all the packing and in the middle of the unpacking, I looked up into the corner of the room and noticed that the previous owners left a little cherub up near the ceiling on a little ledge. I called my mom and aunt out of the kitchen (which those two rocked, btw) and pointed. I should have known what was coming. They both welled up and my aunt said, “That’s Daddy watching us.” (My grandfather passed away nine years ago this week.) Then they wanted to call their other sister, the youngest one who couldn’t come down to help because she was smothering, I mean, helping her daughter and new granddaughter, to make her cry too. Understanding that this little game, while fun for everyone, would derail the unpacking, I got them to just return to work. Because there’s plenty of time to make your kid sister cry later, right?
1st Fight – Movers. Fucking movers. Why is it that, no matter whether you get a referral or pick someone blind, these bastards rip you off? My $80 an hour estimate because $115 an hour when they were all done. I paid them more than I wanted to but less than they asked for, so it was not a total loss. Fuckers.
1st Standoff – HC and my mom. I know you were thinking that it would be HC and me. But no. HC and my mother had a standoff in the Bed, Bath, and Beyond that could have ruined the whole weekend. What was it over, you ask? Why Joy Mangano ultra slim hangers, of course.
See, HC didn’t want the hangers and my mother did. My mother has very particular views about lots of things. And while she tries to subscribe to the mantra, “This is her life, I have to let her live it her way,” trying and doing don’t always line up exactly. So you have to decide which fights are worth fighting and which ones aren’t. HC didn’t get the memo and didn’t understand that the Joy Mangano hangers were coming home with us whether we liked it or not. HC said something insane like, “Well, there better not be one of those hangers in my closet.” I said, “Done,” and my mother got her hangers. And thank G-d too. Because not only are they outstanding hangers, my mother might have been sent over the edge if we didn’t get them. This is why HC can’t shop with my mom and me. He doesn’t understand the rules.
1st Guests – AM and MB. Which led to the 1st drinking night. We were all a little over served.
1st Housewarming Gift (non-alcohol) – Salt and Pepper Mill from the LJs. In an attempt to rectify a previous shopping outing that went very, very wrong, ALJ liberated me from my bunny mills with a super fancy mill. I love it. Even if I sometimes get confused on how to use it. See, it’s one of those turn to the left for pepper, turn to the right for salt numbers. Because of my inability to decipher left from right or clockwise from counter clockwise, this gets tricky. ALJ had several “ah ha” moments while spending time with my mom. Watching my mom try to use this pepper mill was one of them.
1st Children – BLJ and JLJ. ALJ offered to come over on Sunday to help with the unpacking. At the time, I didn’t realize that this included providing child labor. Because BLJ was ready to help out. Donned in pinstripes (Yankee pinstripes, that is), because we are maintaining a formal home, BLJ helped MJ organize sheets by color, he Swiffered the floor, which resulted in only one spill and near breakage, and he helped HC and DLJ put together the new grill. HC reported that BLJ kept saying that he was at “Casey’s house.” Each time DLJ corrected him by saying it was HC’s house too, BLJ protested – “Casey’s house!” HC was known to BLJ only as “that guy”, “the worker”, and “him.” I love that kid. Now, he’s got my back! JLJ, on the other hand, just smiled and looked cute. Typical second child behavior – the older kid gets put to work while the younger kid does his own thing.
1st Brunch – While I generally don’t do brunch, I never say no to someone else bringing me food. MJ brought over some delicious Whole Foods treats on Sunday, which I’m still eating. Though if MJ knew what bringing brunch would turn into, she might have rethought the whole thing. MJ arrived just before 10am and left after 6pm. Over the course of those hours, MJ drove my mom and me to Target, shopped with us (which, as noted above, can be tricky), organized the bathroom, a task that is WAY harder than it sounds, especially when BLJ wants to help. Any job where you need to coordinate with a 3 year old leads to inefficiencies and delays. But MJ stuck to it and the bathroom looks great. Even HC likes how all his stuff is “at eye level.” Thanks again, MJ!
1st Cooked Meal – 2 Hebrew National hot dogs. For BLJ. I love this kid. Truly. But watching him eat can sometimes be an adventure. Seriously, I don’t think I can ever drink a shake again.
1st Neighbor Stop-by (non-friend) – Red Sox fans from two doors down. This neighborhood has been shot to hell! But they were very nice and brought us a plant. Am I supposed to send a thank you note or something? Jesus, I am not ready for all of that.
1st Dinner – With my parents, eating Al’s Pizza. I have to say, while I’m very critical of most pizza outside the NY/NJ metro area, Al’s Pizza isn’t so bad. I’d almost say it was good.