Oh goodness

It's off and going now. Due to a minor miscommunication we camped out in the apartment last night. We were set to head to Springfield to meet up with old friends, J and G, and had planned to be there early on Monday. However, that wasn't quite how it panned out.

We went to Indianapolis for the Indy 500 from late, late Friday through late Sunday. We managed to pack up a lot of the house before we left so there was still some left when we got home. We were so exhausted by the end of Indy, though, that we came home and passed out. Scott didn't even make it into bed. He was half on, half off and I was in a Benedryl haze. Pretty sure there was some drooling and snoring amidst the thunderstorm. We fell asleep with the windows open because it was incredibly stifling in the house and when the storms began I woke up thinking someone was trying to break down the window in the living room. Note that this would be impossible with the bars over them--again, Benedryl haze. I crept in there only to realize that the blinds were flapping around like mad. I managed to wrestle it closed and fell back into bed. Once the torrential rain began, I had to jump out of bed to close the windows in the bedroom only to realize that the meds had made my arms noodly. I was practically hanging onto the windows trying to get them closed with no luck. Rain beating in, thunder making me jump, I finally went and began shaking Scott from his stupor to help me. He stumbles to the window reaches up and slams them shut and then literally falls back into bed.

I should say that at this point in the move "bed" consists of rugs, thermarest bed rolls, sleeping bags and sheets.

We finally awoke on Monday around 7:30ish (heavy on the ish) planning to finish packing, clean, and do a walk through with the apartment people. By 9:00, the apartment people aren't in and we realize that they probably aren't coming in since it is a holiday. There was no notice about the office being closed, however, so I kept a diligent eye on it just in case. So we kept packing while trying to figure out a timeline. I had to teach from 6-9 and then grade two classes worth of discussion board work (67 students' posts). The final plan became "hang in Chicago, teach and grade frantically, and then hit the road around midnight." Great plan!

Not so fast, my friends. We needed to get in touch with J and G in Springfield to be certain it was fine if we busted up in their place at 4AM. J worked a double on Memorial Day and was working Tuesday morning. Their little guy has also taken up early mornings and gets going around 6AM. I had been sending messages to G during the day and then the day got away and I slacked on the messages. I taught, I graded, and Scott packed and cleaned. 11:30PM came and I sent a message. No response. I called both--no response.

We both blanked. What to do? Several plans flew around and we finally decided: sleep here for a few hours, get up at 4AM and hit the road by 5 so no one would be in the apartment office yet. We would be getting into Springfield shortly after J went to work and G and the little guy would be up.

We let Asher sleep wherever she wanted and I found her in the bedroom curled up next to her reflection in the mirror. We threw a tapestry on the floor with pillows and I used my raincoat as a blanket. We slept, got up at 4:30, threw the stuff in the car nd hit the road by 5:00ish. Scott drove, I dozed here and there, and we saw the sun rise on Chicago for the last time. We made it to Springfield just as planned with G and the little guy up and in the middle of a cereal breakfast and Dora the Explorer.

Oh, yeah, and the Blackhawks were playing last night so Scott went to the little work out room in our building and watched part of it there. 2 games up, they might really be Cup contenders.