We’ve had quite an adventure over that past week or so. For the third time in about 18 months, we watched movers pack up our household and load it onto a truck. This time, instead of moving closer to Charlotte’s school (as we did last summer), we are again relocating. We’ve moved back to Chicago, lured by a career opportunity that Philippe simply couldn’t pass up.
Charlotte spent last week in tennis camp while the movers packed and loaded the truck. Each day, she came home and was a bit disappointed by the progress that had been made. First, she felt a bit discomfited because so much of her room had been packed up. She told me that she would feel uncomfortable not seeing her art table and stuffed animals if she woke up in the middle of the night, that seeing her things comforted her and helped her go back to sleep. Just like her daddy, Charlotte “likes her furniture.” Since Philippe was in New York that night, I had her sleep with me.
The next day she was simply bored because all her toys were packed up. I think she was actually tired from 7 hours of tennis camp, to tell you the truth. Since her piano wasn’t yet wrapped, I suggested she play, which she happily did until dinner time. After dinner, she collapsed into bed.
Wednesday night I distracted her with an outing to her favorite restaurant, Stone Hearth Pizza, followed by a trip to Rancatore’s Ice Cream. By the time we got home, she was too tired to realize that the house was half-empty.
|Phil’s Knightrider: The Volvo is the last item loaded onto the truck.|
|Charlotte on a lobby couch at the Hotel Marlowe. Kid was TIRED.|
By Thursday night, all of our belongings were on the truck, including the car. We packed up a rental SUV and all of us (me, Philippe, Charlotte and the kitties) spent the night at the Hotel Marlowe in Cambridge.
While Charlotte had her last morning at tennis camp, we got the house cleaned, Philippe spackled the walls where we’d hung things, and we walked through with our landlady.
Then we hit the road. We split the trip into three five-ish hour legs to assure that the cats wouldn’t be in their boxes too long and Charlotte wouldn’t get too antsy.
We needn’t have worried about Charlotte: As long as she had the iPad and could eat McDonald’s or ice cream when we stopped, she was just peachy. I think she watched Bolt three times. She did some word searches and read a few chapters of Dragons of Blueland. Yesterday, I’m pretty sure she played My Horse (thanks, Bamma) all the way from Cleveland to Chicago.
The cats also did better than last time, perhaps because we were all together and each day was a bit shorter than Phil’s last cross-country trek with them.
|Road trip ice cream en route from Syracuse to Cleveland.|
Philippe booked hotels that were cat-friendly and had pools. By the time we go to Cleveland, Charlotte was too tired to go the pool! She was eager enough to arrive in Chicago that she was happy to skip the pool yesterday morning. Or, maybe she just wanted to get back to the iPad.