Ok Ok Ok....I know I know I know...BEDA means I have to actually blog EVERY day and I've already missed TWO DAYS!!! I'm soooo sorry....life is crazy and twisty and crazy, oh did I mention crazy?? Especially my life, which I can understand you might not infer from my first BEDA post. Yes I can be uptight and control freaky, but I have this thing in my life, this crazy, unpredictably, spontaneous life force that rips me off my feet and takes me away on insane adventures, yes yes, Andy, she's the one…it’s all her fault, she makes me more interesting and less stick-in-the-mud-esque!
Friday night, Andy, Henry and I were hanging out. I had a lot of flex time at work because last week I had three night meetings all lasting two hours each. So I flexed my time all week, but then on Friday I still had a lot of time so I ended up being able to leave work early (not as early as I could've left, but Annual Reports demanded to be bound, so I was there, in the copy room, melting the spines to the pages, which really takes forever, especially if you have to do 25 of them!). Anywho, so I made it home around 4:30 or so and we were hanging out, drinking Woodchuck (I love cider), talking to our landlord and watching Henry swim in the pool.
We did not make it to Atlanta on Friday night. This was in large part because we didn’t even leave until 8pm. Around 1:30am, we decided we should stop and find a hotel. We were somewhere in Florida between Orlando and the Georgia border when we first started looking. Apparently there was a HUGE softball tournament and every hotel had a hand written NO VACACNCY sign posted in the window. There would be no rest for the weary and onward we went. We drove into Georgia, continuing to stop and see about checking in, with no luck we continued to drive. There was no room for us and we were getting really tired. Although we weren’t sure if it was legal, we ended up joining about 25 other cars at a rest stop where we reclined our seats and slept for roughly 3 hours in the car.
The next morning we awoke, brushed our teeth in the rest stop bathroom and tried to figure out why anyone would think metal mirrors would be a good idea. I mean, hello, we’re in the humid south. Metal mirrors = rust covered pieces of metal hanging on the wall with little reflection. Back into the car and back on the road, we drove into Hot-lanta. Andy’s Aunt lives in a suburb, so we headed to her house to take showers and eat lunch before heading to the shelter. Ws my mood improved on the second day? Eh, in the morning I was grumpy from lack of sleep and the car seat-induced crick in my neck, but I was trying.