Today I embarked on my 14 hour, 20 minute trip from current home to future home.
With two cats.
I stopped after 10 hours. Yeah, I gave up. But there is only so much a girl can take! And the place I stopped? Paid for with frequent-stayer points. Right off of interstate (the better to get out of town with, my dear). Also, 13 degrees. You know you're jealous. Me? Surprised. Cats? Come with fur coats. My question is.... how will I ever get them back into the carriers for the last leg of the drive tomorrow? I betrayed them this morning. There were treats, and then there were cages. I finally gave up, gassed up about 2 hours out of town and then let Maddie out of the cage. She then proceeded to sleep on my lap for the next 500 miles. No kidding. 3 states.
Sometime this morning while packing the car, it occurred to me that if the neighbors were having a look at me, which is not horribly unlikely, it probably looked like I was leaving my husband. Note to Paul - I'm not. :) But I did take the silver, china, and the cats. Love you!
We also found out that we are pre-approved for a mortgage. Since I only applied last night... yay.
Paul had minor work drama in which he played no part today, so that was interesting. I think he spent the whole day on the phone. Which makes two days in a row, because yesterday he got two calls that started like this:
"Hi Paul, this is Mr. Man. What's up? Other than you quitting?"
So, I'm a housewife. This should be clear by now. I don't get out much, and spend some time keeping up with blog people who I have never met and yet I get a glance into their everyday lives, all from the comfort of my living room. So it should come as no surprise to anyone that, after hauling one caged kitty in from the parking lot through the card access door up the stairs and into my hotel room only to turn around and return for the other cat, the thought running through my head was, "Crazy Aunt Purl could never travel with four cats." Not that I don't have faith, because I do, but good lord. Cold, heavy, angry cats!
Miracle of the day: Like I said, 13 degrees (at least it's 2 digits). I wanted to minimize my trips to the car, but bring in things that can't freeze. So I reached into my suitcase to grab clothes for tomorrow, and - having only unzipped a corner and thrust my hand in blind - I grabbed two matching socks.