..And it's not even down by a river. Last Friday the movers took our belongings and started making their way to our new house. Alicia flew out earlier this week to work and be available for when the movers arrived. But life happens when you make plans, and life certainly happened. Our stuff was supposed to arrive today, but somehow our load was shipped to the wrong location. The soonest they can get it to us now is next Friday. So instead of having Alicia present to unload the truck, we are going to wait until I arrive on the 28th to deliver the goods. It's a pain but whateves. It could be worse right?
Living out of a van for the past week hasn't been as hard as I thought it would be. We visited my sister Katie in Evansville, WI last weekend and had a great time. On Sunday night we drove up to my in-laws farm where we're going to stay until after Christmas.
The hardest part of living the transient life is trying to get the girls to sleep. In the past week I've had the honor of going to sleep with each of my Roses. Just as they each have their own daytime personalities, they are also very different as they sleep...
Sleeping with Anya is like sleeping with a snoring, malignant bed tumor; she starts out in a small sliver of the bed, and within the hour she has rendered the entire mattress unsleepable. As sweet as she is during the day, she is equally annoying while sleeping. And how the hell can a 5 year old girl snore like a 85 year old man?
Reegan is almost as bad as Anya. Reegan constantly twirls her hair and frizzes it out into a white-girl afro. You can't be within 12 inches of that thing if you hope to get any sleep. To add to the challenge, Reegs can't lie still for more then 10 seconds. It's like trying to sleep with an epileptic Art Garfunkel. And she's mean! I got punched in the face in the middle of the night and when I rolled over to see what the hell was going on, and I swear I saw her smile. I had to sleep the rest of the night with one eye open for fear that she would smother me with her pillow.
Caitlin is my saving grace. Sleeping with Caitlin is like laying down with an Angel. She loves to snuggle and lies completely still. The other night she rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her tiny hands around my arm. She fell asleep cuddled up to me and I just laid there in amazement, 'I might actually get more than 3 hours of sleep tonight.'
Tip of the Day - If Grandpa Jerry tells you, 'If you don't work, you don't eat' he's just messing with you. His words have been Anya's mantra ever since we arrived on the farm and she hasn't missed a milking yet for fear of going hungry.
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