Moving day

for my Grandma. She's moving from the house that she's lived in for over fifty years to a senior citizen's retirement community. My mother has been organizing/coordinating the move. For those of you who've never met my mother, she's not exactly the most organized person in the free world. In fact, my dad often tells her that she would not be very successful at organizing a one car funeral. This is a pretty accurate statement. So it was no surprise when we showed up today to help move Grandma and pretty much nothing was packed.
The boxes where there, but they were all empty. The closets were still completely full, the cabinets were full, the basement was still jam packed, and pretty much nothing was ready to go. We were told to be at Grandma's old house around eleven. (I told my mom that I didn't want to get started really early...meaning nine o'clock or later would be fine...she told everyone to show up late morning.) Then she and my dad were over thirty minutes late to the whole thing anyway. Then my dad decided that the lawn needed to be mowed...right then. That had to take priority over what we were actually there to do. Fine. So we loaded my car full of stuff and got ready to leave. I think my mom actually wanted us to wait until they were done and ready to go to the new house too...but I really don't see the point in sitting around wasting time while my dad does a chore that could be done tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day....
My aunt, uncle and two cousins were suppposed to be helping...when we left at eleven forty five with a carload of crap they still hadn't shown up. We stopped for lunch on our way to the new house, by the time we got to the new house, there still was no sign of my aunt, uncle, or cousins. We unloaded our car and got to work hanging blinds, and my aunt finally showed up. So we helped her unload her car and put stuff away in the bathroom and kitchen. My parents still had not left Grandma's old house when we were finished at the new house.
All in all, the entire day was pretty much a cluster. I'm pretty sure that by the time everything is done, my mom and her sister won't be talking, my grandma and my mom won't be talking, and everyone will just be totally pissed at everyone else. Good times, eh?