Houston Hillbillies

 And so it begins, living in small quarters as a family of four. And by small, I mean one room - all four of us. Today was crunch day, sort of like having a baby or planning a wedding. You can only do so many things in advance and no matter how many things you plan, life has a funny way of throwing it off. 

It was a long day of packing and re-packing our exploding suitcases, last minute cleaning and needing a second shower by 10 AM. Somehow moving seems to make you look extra grungy and extra attractive to the public. I really appreciate people asking if I'm okay because I look tired. I probably look tired because I AM tired from waking up every night at 3 running through to-do lists in my head. #sleepdeprivation 

Obviously we ate Chick-Fil-A and Mexican food on our last day, (duh) and picked up our enormous (ha) rental car. We got hooked up with a sweet Impala.  For some reason we can't get in it without singing: 

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala

(You know you do too...) 

Luckily, the one thing that is giant about this car is the trunk. I mean, you could fit at least six people in there, which explains the lack of space elsewhere.

See above hillbilly-ness.

Mind you, we show up for the night at our hotel looking like straight up hillbillies.  Nothing I haven't experienced before, but this was a whole new level.  People look at you with sympathy in their eyes as you pull up and things fall out of the car onto the valet guys and you hand them multiple tiny backpacks and laundry bags full of snacks.  We are definitely living the high life.;) Mind you, my "potty-trained" three year old immediately announced she has to go potty and get the brown out.  Eek!!! We hurry up and find the nearest public restroom which was obviously being cleaned at that exact moment.  

Get to room: it is not said suite. Sigh. We are in one room all together. Sigh. This is a first. Next bump: no bathtub. Is this really happening??? Deep breaths - one year old gets a sink bath and three year old takes a shower. So much for normalcy!!!  We manage to destroy the hotel room in a matter of minutes. I am soaking wet but laughing hysterically as my one year old crawls away fast as lightening, bare bunned.  Gotta love it - can't wait to see what the plane flight brings tomorrow!