Moving Weekend, Part 1

It's official, I live in my parents garage. Hopefully our house will be ready in a few weeks, I just don't know if my body is willing to move all my crap again in such a short time.

On Friday Cary and I headed down to Beebe. My parents said they would watch the kids, so it was a child free weekend. It sounded great in our heads, but we miss our little rug rats. In true Bishop fashion, since it was moving weekend, it started to rain. All the way to Arkansas it was pouring down rain. And it wasn't just rain, it was monster rain drops. The kind of rain drops that want to eat your soul. When we pulled up to our house the rain dispersed and we started to put our things into boxes, cleaning the house, all and all got the house ready for the moving truck. In a stroke of brilliance I decided we should try to find the Budget Truck rental location. Turns out, you should make sure you have the correct address before you try to find where you're supposed to be. We spent 45 minuets trying to find the stupid place just to find out we weren't even in the right city.

The next morning, with the right address, we got our truck. We were even on time. The only people we had to help move us were... Cary and me... Even though I'm very experienced with moving I still hate doing it. I really truly HATE my couches. They are heavy, and I loathe the very thought of moving them again when we move into our Oklahoma house. On our way out of the front door with my stupid sleeper sofa, the wasps decided to come out and chase us. Cary was off the front porch and put the couch down right by the wasps nest! I was stuck between the couch and the front door. I didn't know I could jump that high and move that fast. I was NOT going to get stung. I jumped over the couch and was out by the street before Cary even started to laugh at me.

After a full day of moving everything we own in a 24' truck we headed back to Oklahoma. We made it all the way to Shawnee and had to pull over. We were so tired. Lucky us, we got to stay in a Motel 6. After getting the moving truck, gas, and food, that was all we could afford. Not too big of a deal since the kids weren't with us and we were so tired it didn't make a difference which hotel we stayed in, as long as it had a bed we were good. The walls were paper thin and half the night we heard, this very loud man, talking. I was half asleep so I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I wanted to slap him until he shut up. After I fell into a deep sleep I heard a baby crying. I all but kicked Cary out of the bed because I thought Evelyn was crying. I hate being that tired, but most of all I hate when people wake me up.

When we woke up our tummy's were rumbling. We were right off the highway and there is always a McDonald's off the highway. Since he was in a huge truck we went inside. I rolled down the window for Doggy, got my bag, and went inside. While Cary was ordering I got a table, hung my bag on my chair and fixed my coffee. After my delicious breakfast burrito we headed back out for the short 50 minuet drive to Oklahoma City.

I was so excited to see my babies, Jaxson ran out of the house and jumped in my arms. My dad gave me the left over money I had left them, and I put it in my back pocket. After I said my hellos and gave my kisses I ran into the bedroom to fix their Easter baskets. I put them on the front porch and went to the car to get my bag, were my camera is. I opened the door and it wasn't there. With a puzzled look on my face I walked in the house to see if I put it somewhere else. Nobody has seen it, so I went to the car again. Oh. My. Gosh. I left my bag WITH MY CAMERA in the McDonald's in Shawnee! I thought I was going to hyperventilate. Cary jumped on his phone to call the McDonald's and nobody would answer. I was thinking of the worst possible thing, that somebody stole my camera and how devastated I would be. After about 20 phone calls with no answer, somebody finally answered the phone, found my bag and the camera was still in it. I had a sigh of relief. I stuck my hand in my back pocket to retrieve the left over money so we could put gas in the car. And the money was gone. WHAT!? I looked in all my pockets, under the bed, in the car, in the moving truck, the garage. You name it, it was over turned. When I got done tearing up the garage I turned around to go inside. The handle on the door didn't turn but I was still walking and walked smack in the garage door. What is it with me, when I'm upset, and doors? It made me mad enough to turn around and walk threw the front lawn instead of the garage. And there was my money laying in the grass. We went to Shawnee to get my camera back in my possession, I was never so happy to see it.

I'm glad this weekend is O V E R. I feel blessed that we're back where we belong and that everything made it, even my camera and gas money. Now we start the count down for our new house!