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August 6, 2001
I don’t know where to begin, so much has happened since the last time I wrote; for Alexandria and the rest of us! We packed, we moved, we unpacked (mostly), we “settled” in (using the word settled loosely), we are adjusting. So, let’s just go with the flow, in chronological order.
All the pretty boxes…
On Sunday (last week!) we got up, and were just on the go from the minute we got up. We rented a U-Haul and did all of the packing and loading ourselves (never again! LOL). Al had one of his friends from work helping, and my only job was to keep Alexandria out of the way and happy and busy. I mostly managed to do that okay. She was a little hard to contain at times, though. They ball really started rolling at 1:30, and we were out of the house and on the road at 10:30. Al had a very hard time keeping up with Randy, he was huffing and puffing and sweating bullets. I was mildly worried he was going to have a heart attack, the heat and humidity was unbearable. That day the heat index was 110. And we had all the doors open and the flies were just atrocious. I had forgotten why I disliked moving so much. LOL
On the road (again)…
I was exhausted, mentally and physically by the time we pulled out of our driveway, as was poor Alexandria. What with all the excitement going on, she didn’t take a nap at all, and she was pretty much dead on her feet, her eyes were all bloodshot, and under her eyes it was red and puffy. She doesn’t get dark circles, just the red, puffy stuff. So, Al is in the U-Haul, with his car hitched behind, and I am closely following, because he’s worried if the U-Haul breaks down, he’s screwed. And he’s going *slow*. At times he was going 35 down the interstate. I was starting to doze off. It was awfully boring following behind him. Then he pulls into a weigh station (I didn’t know U-Hauls had to do that and he didn’t warn me) and I pulled in with him, and he took a little too long in there for my liking, and before you know, I lost him. Darn. I thought about pulling off and waiting for him to catch up, but I just went rather slowly (for me!) for a while, but then I said forget it. Well, the kept me entertained (read: awake) for a while, speeding down the interstate. However, I started to crash. At 1:45 am, I found a rest stop, pulled off and closed my eyes. Alexandria was still sleeping (at least for the moment) and I rested. After a while (lucky me) I started to get nauseous, so I got back behind the wheel. Alexandria woke up, and just started to pitch a fit. There wasn’t a thing I could do about it, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind! She was just hollering and screaming, tears rolling down her face, and I just prayed she would fall asleep again rather quickly, because I knew I had to push on. After a while again, I started to doze off behind the wheel, never a good thing. I find I was closing my eyes for a split second, and nothing I did could keep me awake (pinching my face, slapping my face, internally telling myself I needed to stay awake, etc.). I was beginning to worry that I was going to get us killed. I pulled off about an hour away from our new home, and parked in a hotel parking lot, and tried to sleep just enough so that I could make the remainder of the trip.
Anyway, to make a long story shorter (after much wandering around trying to find the new house!) I pulled in the garage, and waited for Al. About 30 minutes later he showed up, and we all crashed on the floor till 9. That day we all felt lousy, but it’s been getting better ever since. LOL
Lost and found…
I hate unpacking. I really do. All the boxes are labeled “MISC” and you don’t know where anything is, and when you do manage to put some stuff away, there’s always junk left over in the box that you just want to pitch. I leave all that crap for Al. I’m still missing about 3 shoes (I know where one half of them is…groan) and countless other items that I don’t even know about yet, but Alexandria has all of her stuff together (except I need to install batteries).
A pattern emerges…
We are starting to develop a new routine, and Alexandria really does love the new house. There is so much room for her to run around. She loves to run and run and she does this funny little dance where she stands in one place and stamps her feet really quickly. She also does this weird walk (I need to get all of this on tape) where she sort of crouches and holds her arms behind her, and walks like Frankenstein (yeah, the monster, not the doctor, LOL). It’s cute. She bust open her lip today (and her gums) on a toy today. She was running and tripped on it, and she was just bleeding so much (Al says it couldn’t have been more than a drop or two, but it looked like a lot to me!) and just crying. I was glad that I still nurse her, because that calmed her down right away. I am not squeamish about blood, but for some reason the sight of Alexandria’s blood just freaks me out. It must be the mother in me!
In closing…
We’re settling in nicely, and except for a few minor things about the house, we *love* it! I am so thrilled to be living here, I am feeling positive and excited, and I actually am not complaining about how much I hate the area. LOL
I love it here, and I hope everything goes well when school starts up in less than a week! Arrrgghhhh!
Candace and Alexandria
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