Change of Plans...

I hate it when my plans get changed. I mean, for real, who doesn't? We love to be in control! I, definintely looooove to be in control of everything... isn't that one of the signs of a firstborn?

Alright, so yeah... back to my story. In this post, titled, change of plans, I will attempt to explain why I have only gotten about 4 hours sleep total in the past two nights.

Thursday morning I woke up around 9 and was like, hey Ben... you REALLY need to go out box hunting today, we are moving in less than a week. I was starting to work on materials for my tutoring session that was to be at 4pm. A friend instant messaged me and wanted to go out for lunch. I agreed, and Ben came along. It was a late lunch, and since it was going on a little after 2, I said we needed to get going since I still wasn't ready to go tutor. Our friend Gail drove us back to our apartment, and as we were getting out, Ben's phone rang.

The conversation sounded crazy, and I asked him who was on the other end. He said here, talk to my wife. I KNEW this was going to be a doozy. Pass the phone off on me... goodness... So, I get the phone, and it is a wonderful worker at the leasing office of the apartment complex we were supposed to be moving into on May 31 letting us know that they would be paving the entire parking lot of the complex and that we wouldn't be able to get our moving truck, or any vehicles for that matter, near our building on that day. They are telling us that we must move in early or wait indefinitely to get in....

You say, Lindsey, what is the problem here. Well, I will list them for you:

1. It is Thursday afternoon before Memorial Day weekend.
2. Ben graduates Saturday.
3. We already have Budget truck reservations for May 30-June 1.
4. It's Memorial Day weekend.
5. It's Memorial Day weekend.

I will just sum up about 3 hours of calls on my cell to various places that rent any vehicle large enough to move a small apartment, calls to friends of Ben's to see if we can borrow their trailor, calls to Ben's dad who wouldn't agree to tow the trailor with his truck because of the mountainous terrain. (I have towed this particular trailor, back when I was a lot younger and less experienced as a driver, through VERY mountainous terrain. We drove the whole way to Georgia with it. I had a lot of the shift through some real mountains.) So, don't call my cell phone til June.

Ok, I am tired of this story. I will just say that it's been ridiculous, but Ben graduated, all our stuff is in Abingdon, and I am exhausted. I am tired of telling this crazy story. I will just say though that this girl here can move her whole apartment in less than 48 hours with even less notice than that.

I actually see God's sense of humor in this, in that just the night before all this happened I posted that blog about missing camp. I feel like I have been working camp the past two days. Working like a dog on no sleep. Road tripping, packing like a pro, etc. uhhh...

Oh yeah, and something is wrong with our ONLY car's transmission. Lord help us. We were going to be buying a new car hopefully by the end of the summer, but I don't know if those plans will have to change? We shall see. The transmission isn't doing what it did this morning, but I can say that it's not allowed to make another trip to Frostburg!!! Ugh.

I know this was disjointed and random, but I am soooo tired right now. I am still all wound up though, so it's hard to sleep. AND, this apartment is ridiculous. The neighbors upstairs keep making noises like they're hammering the floors at all hours. PLEASE pray that they will chill out during sleep hours or that God will help me not wake up to it anymore. Uhhh the woes of being a light sleeper.

Well, I think I need to go.