Last weekend brought our usual amount of craziness, as Meghan was up in New Jersey for a wedding shower for her friend Anita. That left the little man and I alone to pack up the remaining dozen or so boxes, and supervise the movers who had come to handle the furniture. With an empty house, 3.0 and I resorted to “camping,” which he found quite amusing. We called the air mattress that would be my home for the weekend the “camping bed,” and his portable crib was “Patrick’s camping bed.” Patrick’s bed had the distinct advantage of being easy to climb out of, so each morning I was greeted by a smiling face, that would announce things like “Wake up Daddy! Patrick big cacca!”
Sunday was our crazy transition day. Meghan arrived home in the morning, we had a few hurried hours to pack the remaining items in the house and get them into storage, than I shuttled off to the airport to fly to Texas for work while Meghan did the final key handoff to the new owners of our former house.
I’m in the rather interesting small and oil-driven town of Alice, TX (which everyone thinks I’m describing as Dallas, and immediately gets jealous until I describe the realities of where I actually am). Tonight I’ll drive up to San Antonio with hopes of checking out the Alamo if I can get out of work early enough, then I hit the friendly skies early tomorrow AM. From there I reunite with Meghan and 3.0, pack up a U-Haul trailer, and we head north!