Move from Texaz to Arizona

Our moving adventure/nightmare.

Peter flew back from CT to TX on Friday July 6th to load up the moving truck. The boys and I started our flight back from Ct the  next day to arrive in San Antonio late afternoon, sleep and get up early the next morning to drive to AZ.  Unfortunately, we got stranded on our layover for over 6 hours. It was HORRIBLE! I was so stressed out! The boys did well for being stuck for ridiculous amount of time. The worst part was just sitting in the same stinking terminal seats for 6 hours. We had to just wait their because they would come on every 20 minutes to say, "hopefully we'll get you on a flight very soon." We'll very soon was not at all a reality. We didn't get to San Antonio until 1 a.m. Then we had to wait until 2:30 a.m. trying to get our luggage, which NEVER came. We wouldn't normally have waited that long, but we were moving out of state in a matter of hours and really needed our things. So after we had had enough, we left and told them they needed to fly our bags to Tucson and bring them to our home.

We finally got to bed at 3:30 a.m.. We woke up as early as we could, cleaned the last bit of the house that needed it, ran to the store to buy a few essential that were missing from our lost luggage, and headed out for AZ. Peter drove the moving truck and I drove the van. Because we left late and the moving truck always slows us down, we ended up driving ALL NIGHT! It was horrible. I was so tired that even the energy drinks were doing nothing for me. Peter had to call once and wake me up because I was drifting. That scared me to death, so we pulled over and took a 45 minute nap. We finally pulled up to our house at 5:30 a.m. By that time the sun was coming up and Kimball who had slept all night was ready to go. All Peter and I wanted to do was sleep. We pumped up the air mattress and told Kimball to stay put, and slept for and hour and a half until Peter had to leave for work. I don't think I have ever felt worse :) It was a mixture of sleep deprivation and caffeine hangover. NEVER again will we drive through the night in different vehicles! Poor Peter had to go to work, but we miraculously survived.

Monday morning, with nothing in the house, we had to make a little cooler/box table to give the boys breakfast.

One saving grace for me was that when the boys and I were touring around the clubhouse the rec director asked me if the boys wanted to go to the free neighborhood sports camp. There was only 1 more week left, but it was great to have the boys entertained for 2 hours a day.

We then had fun seeing all the fun amenities--the Safari trail park

This in one silly saguaro. It;s fun to see what shapes they come in.

We rode our bikes everywhere! I told the boys that they could earn 1 token at Peter Piper Pizza for every mile they rode on their bikes. So that week we rode 25 miles.

happy boys with their $5`

One Saturday when Peter was at the hospital, the boy scouts brought lots of canoes to the neighborhood lake and let anyone who wanted take them for a spin. The boys and I had fun once they learned to paddle in unison.