Sleepless, but not in Seattle

So, remember my last post about how wonderful moving was? And how I was so excited to be doing it?

I think reality caught up to me sometime around two this morning while driving through Boise. We had a lovely Fourth of July, which included a very short local parade (one fire truck and a few random people), a pancake breakfast, and a barbecue with friends. It also included a whole lot of frantic packing, continued on Saturday morning. On Saturday afternoon we had a bunch of guys from church show up and empty our apartment in less than half an hour. Then we realized that our stuff wasn't all going to fit into our moving cubes. About two hours later we finally made it fit by giving up our bed. It was either getting rid of it or a bunch of smaller things, and I figured the bed would be the easiest to replace. Then we had to spend Saturday night cleaning and Sunday morning entertaining children in a barren apartment. After church some sweet friends had us over for lunch and we finally left Seattle at about four in the afternoon. Mr. Fob and I were feeling daring and decided to drive straight through to Utah this time. I don't think it was the best decision, since none of us slept well in the car and Little Dude produced some of the most spectacular tantrums I've seen yet. We finally showed up here at about eight-thirty this morning, and I am now exhausted. I have a lot of mixed feelings now about this move and what is in store for our future, but I think that right now is not the time to discuss them. We'll talk more after I've had a decent night's sleep. In a bed. In my pajamas. It's such a luxury.