So, after dealing with the crazy HOA ladies, we drove to Fayetteville. It was a long day of driving, plus, the HOA ordeal, and it was also about 103 degrees. I know that being from SA, I should be used to this, but it is so much worse here because it is so humid. My parents will attest to this. It's not just me. Anyway, I wasn't in the best mood. And to top it all off, I had been trying to contact my moving company to find out what time they were delivering our stuff the next day, but I hadn't been able to talk to anyone. Our stuff got to NC before we did, so it was in storage.
Finally, as we pull into the Hampton Inn, I get in contact with someone from the company. He looks up my info for me, and then says, "Well, this might be a typo, but I have your stuff being delivered on the 27th." The next day was the 22nd. This would have been five days later. I just kept thinking that I couldn't stay in a hotel for five more days, especially in a place like Fayetteville where there is nothing to do. The guy told me that he would investigate and call me back. At this point I was trying not to have a breakdown. A few minutes later, I head into the hotel and get a call from the guy. Indeed, my stuff was not scheduled to be delivered until five days later. As I'm receiving this news, I am simultaneously walking into possibly the most disgusting Hampton Inn ever. There is no air conditioning and it smells like bleach. It was a terrible moment and I proceeded to have the breakdown that I had avoided a few minutes earlier.
We decided to move hotels. I don't know what was up with the hotel. Usually Hampton Inns are really clean. We moved to the one in the next town and it was much better. Then the HR lady from the moving company called and apologized profusely and said that they would try to get my stuff to me sooner and that they would pay for our hotel if it did take the full five days. That helped but I still really didn't want to stay in a hotel for five days. Well, I guess they didn't want to pay for it, because the next morning, I got a call that they could get a crew together for that afternoon.
So we got moved in. It was exhausting, and I was so grateful to have my parents there to help, especially with Clara. My parents left on Monday, and we were both sad to see them go. Clara says that I'm not nearly as entertaining as Nanny and Grampy. But I have been taking her to the pool the last few days, which she is really into. Brad gets back Saturday, and I'm really excited to get back to some sort of normalcy.
Oh, and sorry for no pics or videos. Brad has our laptop with him and I just have my iPad and can't figure out how to export to the blog. I'll post some soon!

