Moving Woes

We have been new home owners for one week today.  This time last week we had just gotten our keys and I was nursing Little Britches on the floor of an empty house.  This afternoon I nursed her while sitting in a rocking chair in her room- nice change.  The house is sitll a bit crazy- boxes not yet unpacked, lots of stuff in the garage we are not sure what to do with, and some stuff still in storage we need to go get, but all in all it is coming together.  I know the end-result will be wonderful. But the beginning of the move was not so smooth.  Last Friday my husband and I left my parent's house, where we had been staying, and headed for our new house.  He went straight to our ulitimate destination, but I had to stop by the store first.  By the time I had finished at the store my husband had moved a few things, set up the crib, showered and headed to work.

I arrived at our new house and was planning on putting Little Britches down for a nap while I unpacked a few things and got us ready to head to San Antonio to see a college roommate I had not seen in 5 years.  As I pushed the button on the garage door opener and began to pull into our new garage, this happened:

So I backed up, which is why the bike rack has no car under it.

I called my husband crying and upset because he loves the bikes and I was afraid I had messed them up, not the mention the garage door and the car.  He said, "Don't worry, it's just stuff."  And he said, "I thought that might happen today."  To which I responded, "Why didn't you tell me?!?"  To which he responded, "I asked you if you were going to take the bikes off the car before you went to San Antonio."  To which I responded, "That does not translate to 'Be careful!  Don't forget the bikes are on top of the car,' when you ask me half an hour before I get home." (insert more crying here)  All in all he was very sweet about the situation and we can laugh about it now, but I don't let him laugh about it too much.  I still feel pretty silly about the whole ordeal, though I am sure my husband hams it up with his co workers when retelling the story.