by the grace of God, we made it safely to Huntsville after leaving at 3-something AM. I left before the truck was loaded all the way because Iris had to spend the night in the car seat and had woke and was gettin' cranky. I was doing fine on adrenaline until I got to Pelahatchie...I had to pull over behind a line of 18-wheelers and wait for Roy to catch up to me. Then he was super tired, so we stopped in Morton --at a super nice gas station-- and got drinks and corndogs. Dee-licious. That was about at four. Roy also got a "five hour energy drink."
We stopped at Meridian for more coffee and Iris and Roy had some breakfast--I should have gotten some, but I just got coffee. Gross McDonalds coffee. Then, on the east side of Tuscaloosa, I realized I needed to eat, rightaway, so we exited...right before I got to the stop sign, I started throwing up while I was driving. I was able to brake and just hang out the window, but continued to throw up all the way into the Burger King parking lot. That's pretty much the grossest thing that's happened to me in my life. And then the Burger King was gross, too. but it was better than throwing up. I'm just thankful that I wasn't on the interstate when it happened.
That was our last stop--we managed to hang on until we got to Huntsville! I was fifteen minutes ahead of Roy because I found it much easier to stay awake going seventy than sixty. ALSO, apparently everyone speeds on I-65. However, when I got on 565, everyone was going less than the speed limit. It was very confusing. So we got to our NEW HOUSE!!!!!
Iris and I just hung out waiting for Roy to get there, but when he arrived we had some trouble figuring out the best way to get that huge truck into the driveway. Roy had been up foro more than 24 hours at that point. I'd gotten a tiny nap, but wasn't much better. Anyway, he got there, and we had nap time/relax time in the sunroom--we got there maybe 2 hours before the people who helped us move came.
THOSE FOLKS came with tons of food and drinks and a lawnmower, and were so helpful and kind. As soon as they got a chair for me, I just sat in the chair and directed traffic. They even brought me a plate of food! I don't really remember what happened after they had unloaded. I think we must have fallen asleep.
Iris loves the new house and having room to run around--even though it'll be easier once we've gotten more boxes out of the way. I get really tired, so we are unpacking pretty slowly. Sunday we definitely RESTED...I put my poor body and baby through a lot during the moving time, so I'm trying to make sure we both get plenty of rest. Iris has only fallen down the stairs once--and there's a landing halfway through (then it changes direction)--so she can't fall all the way down.
I have a headache so I'm going to stop now. Keep praying. Thanks and Love.
Emily (and company)
24 May 2010
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We are praying for you. That sounds so much worse than your mom's and my first move to Roswell from Atlanta, after which I declared, "I will never move, again." Yes, I really said that. :) It wasn't prophetic.
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