So yesterday was our final housing inspection for our house on base. They say that it's not supposed to be a white glove inspection but they kind of lie. We've been stressed out for a week, ever since the movers left, to get the house ready for the inspection. Because I hate moving and the thought of it sometimes made me physically ill I decided to make this move easier on myself and hire someone to clean the house for me. I know, I know. . . Dave gave me this big argument when I first mentioned it months ago how it was a stupid expenditure and we could be using money for other things on the move. Yeah, last week he was all but saying it was his idea because it was saving us alot of the stress and hassle to make sure we passed. My co-worker from the credit union does this on the side with one of her friends and they gave me a pretty great rate and did a fantastic job!!! (Thanks Mindi and Margie!!!) Anybody in the military who lives in base housing and is moving overseas I would highly recommend getting someone off the housing list to clean your house for you . . . totally worth it!! Anyway, the inside went fine. Dave spent all weekend working on the outside of the house to make sure it passed as well. Turns out since it had been raining for the past 2 days, and was raining during our inspection, that all the inspector did was open the back door to look at the lawn and we passed! I felt kind of bad for how much work he put in with our friends Matt and Jason and that's all their was to it, but if it hadn't looked as good as it did, I'm sure there would have been more to the inspection than there was.
But now all that means is that we're officially homeless for the next month or so. We're currently living in the temporary lodging on base until Friday when we leave to go home and make our rounds with the family. That part I'm really not looking forward to. Especially saying goodbye to my nephew, that's going to suck ass but that's another post.