So, let me just recap that last 10 days of my life:
May 26 - May 29: Move. Pack, move, pack, move. Fill a box, feed a baby, drive box over to house, empty box while trying to placate baby. Rinse and repeat.
I am happy to report, however, that although I do not recommend moving this way (literally, one box at a time since the new car seat takes up my entire backseat), our kitchen was darn-near done by the time the actual furniture was delivered. So, that was helpful. But in terms of managing your sanity...not such a good thing.
And the real tickle was on moving day when we came to plug in the computers. If you remember, the weekend Brian was in New Orleans for a bachelor party, I was slaving away at the house trying to get all of the utilities up and running, so when we moved in, again, there would be no lag time. Except the guy who installed our phone stuff clearly didn't know what he was doing. So after spending 45 minutes on the phone with tech support on Saturday, they agreed to send out a a technician on Tuesday at 9am. Great. No problem.
May 30 -May 31: Unpack more boxes and realize that we have a LOT of stuff. All of the stuff from storage that we haven't seen in 3+ years came back into our lives. Also, so did an entire family of cockroaches. (we are working on that problem).
June 1, 8:35am: Internet Day! Hooray!
Still June 1, 9:05am: Tech guy not here...okay, so he won't be early, but he'll still be here.
9:15am: no tech guy
9:30am: still no tech guy
9:45am: I finally call our internet provider. After being rerouted no less than four times, I am told that we are scheduled for June THIRD at 9am.
10:05am: I flip out.
12:35pm: I am still on the phone with the internet people. I am now talking to the first person's supervisor's supervisor. My next call is to the CEO. (not really, but I was mad). After going back and forth for what seemed like days (and one of the people telling me, "Well, if your computer wasn't there on installation day, then it wasn't a full install." My response: "No one told us to bring the computer. We have a laptop. I would have brought it if they told me." His response: dead air.), we agree that they will be at our house with bells on by June 3rd. And we are getting one month of free internet service.
disclaimer: this wouldn't have been such a big deal except I was working on all of this stuff for the bachelorette weekend on June 4th, and I absolutely needed the internet. The timing couldn't have been worse.
June 2: spend the day at Brian's office using his computer and printer. Eventually I take the show to Kinko's finish everything. I have to strong-arm this nice family that is printing out wedding pictures from the Sony kiosk, but time was of the essence.
June 3: The night before I leave. And yes, this is the first time I've been away from Scotty for more than 6 hours. The following events happened in this order:
-- the internet people call to say they cannot make it; they need to reschedule for June 8th.
-- our kitchen faucet mysteriously breaks into 3 pieces and water gushes all over our kitchen.
-- Scotty has this weird rash on his face that isn't going away, so I schedule an appt. with Dr. Awesome.
-- while the internet guy is over (I called and threatened bodily harm if they didn't get their act together), the contractor and one of his employees show up to fix the faucet. I call Brian to take Scotty to the doctor while I'm with all of the guys, trying desperately to make baby food for the weekend since we had run out. Again, the timing.
-- after all is resolved (internet is up! The faucet is fixed!) Brian is putting Scotty down when he calls me from the monitor about "a situation." I enter the nursery only to find both Brian and Scotty covered in vomit and Scotty with a very sheepish look on his face. And puke all over his jammies.
On a whim, I pop the thermometer in.
Twelve hours before I am scheduled to leave for 48 full hours.
After several frantic phone calls to Dr. Awesome, she assures us that there is a virus going around, it's no big deal, and Scotty will be fine (providing we do A, B, C, etc). Brian is looking at me like, "Go...go on your trip," while I'm completely lost. Cancel on the trip that I have been looking forward to for months? Disappoint the bride at the last minute? Or leave my baby in his time of need so I can drink Malibu and Diet Coke poolside?
In the end, the pool won.
(although --- Scotty's temp dropped immediately and he didn't vomit again. Had he had a temperature on Friday morning, I wouldn't have gone. But we both celebrated when the thermometer read a blissful "99.1" that morning and there was nothing covered in baby puke. Pool, here I come!!)
And with that, I was introduced to the FABULOUS world of Scottsdale, Arizona.
Seriously, is there a reality show that can film here? The place is insane. The number of amazingly gorgeous people was over the top. I'm not one to ogle at others (though I love to people watch), but in terms of actual jaw-dropping, "OMG, is that person a celebrity or just really, really beautiful?" it was too many to count.
We stayed at the very posh W Hotel and tried to hit as many hot spots as possible. The best part, however, by far, was the pool on Saturday. We splurged and got a cabana for the day and were literally surrounded by the most gorgeous, tanned, toned, and stylish people I've ever seen. And I live in a place that is pretty high-up on the style totem pole. Maybe I don't go to enough Vegas hot spots, but seriously, we don't hold a candle to the young and beautiful of Scottsdale.
I don't think I've been this tired since the week Scotty was born, but I will say, the trip was absolutely worth it. It was great to admire all of these young little whippersnappers in their size-0 glory. I got a chance to reconnect with an old high school friend (Q!), and had a wonderful time with the rest of the bridal party. I *think* we feted the bride appropriately and the entire weekend was a great send-off to her single days.
But the best part was, of course, waiting at McCarran airport in 109 heat with my too-big suitcase only to be met by a very happy Brian and a VERY happy Scotty-bear (who did his little happy dance while strapped into his car seat.) I sat in the backseat on the trip home since Scotty, ahem, missed me so much.
All's well that ends well. :-)