Sunday, June 28, 2015

Thursday, June 25

Today we drove from Topeka to Colby.

The morning frenzy was about the same: get the boys dressed and to continental breakfast before it closed; get the huge variety of stuffstuffstufffffff into the many bags and boxes and downstairs and to the cars; get the stuff into the cars. Oy. Made worse today by the installation of the new car seat.

We finally got on the road around noon. The boys fell asleep and napped about an hour. We drove on until we got to Russell, Kansas. Mom and I wanted a scenic drive of a previously-unexplored interstate rest stop, so we did. A cute Main Street. Nice houses. Well done, Russell.

We ate at the Subway. Boys ate the meatballs out of their sandwiches well. It ended up that Ian met up with us; he needed gas and stopped at Russell and then came to the Subway. Yay.

Meanwhile, poor M2's sickly cold was getting worse. Gooey-runny nose, bleary eyes, cough. It's enough to wring a mother's heart.

We stopped at the Hays Walmart because WE ARE WORKS and drove on to Quinter for a little Memory Lane visit for Ian.

Had ice cream at the soda fountain.
Dropped the three fellas off at the town park.
The two ladies went to Dairy Queen to order food and bring it back to the park.
Drove back to the moving truck.

This may be the highlight for the boys:
IAN PUT THEIR CAR SEATS IN THE MOVING TRUCK AND THEY RODE WITH HIM! They were both 1) cute and 2) excited.

Mom and I listened to part of a sermon on our way. We also stopped in Oakley at Mittens Truck Stop for gas and also WE ARE IVERTS. Hah.

Ian beat us to the motel in Colby and had a rough time unloading the boys and checking in and all that adulting by his lonesome. And so when we arrived, it was not a fun check-in. Yelling and passive aggression were involved.

The boys were finally washed down, pajama-ed, and asleep. I took a bath and longed for a better, faster, stronger, tougher me. I got out of the tub and fell quickly asleep...but still slept poorly as I was on M2 duty. His mucus problem was pretty problematic and he coughed and cried intermittently.

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