The move from Hell? Could be.June 29, 2011 at 8:10 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
Savannah has been a bust. Not because the city sucks. Quite the contrary: it’s really beautiful here. But events surrounding the move have made it difficult for us to have a good time. It started last night when we arrived at our hotel to find it nothing like the La Quinta hotel we stayed at in Orlando. Turns out there’s a big difference between the La Quinta Inn and the La Quinta Inn & Suites. We didn’t realize there was another option until we’d completely unloaded the cars and set up the laptop. Thankfully it wasn’t too difficult to change hotels — the “suites” version was just a couple miles down the road. Liam was…two…for the duration of the evening. He’d gotten us up at 5:30 that morning after going to bed at 11PM the night before. After checking into the new room (which felt like a five-star difference for only $10 more per night), we decided we’d try going on a Trolley tour of the city in the morning.
Of course, Murphy’s Law, Liam slept in this morning, later than he ever has. Thankfully the guys downstairs took pity on me and let me make waffles even though breakfast was technically over. One of the “perks” of vacationing with a whiny two-year-old. We missed the morning shuttle to the trolley, so we had to wait for the next one leaving at 11. I took that time to check in with the movers. After some phone tag and disconnections, we found out the truck hadn’t even left Silver Spring yet, and they wouldn’t be arriving until July 5. Not good. We knew there was a possibility this would happen — they gave us a move-in window from July 1 to July 5. But we thought we’d given them plenty of lead-in time, even going out of our way to allow them to pack over the weekend and load on Monday. But with the holiday and with this being the height of moving season, I guess it is what it is. Scrambling to formulate a new plan (amid much whining and crying from you-know-who), we’ve decided to go ahead as planned: drive to Orlando tomorrow, stay one night in a hotel, and then stay the rest of the time in the new house. We figured we could get an air mattress, a good investment anyway with all the visitors we’ll likely be having. We may even buy a TV, something we’d planned to do at some point to replace our out-dated, heavy Sony Wega. Wish we could have just gotten rid of it before we left. But as they say, hindsight yada yada.
So, burdened with the thought of camping at the new house all weekend and dealing with the movers by myself while entertaining a toddler next week (James has to go to work on July 5), we went on our trolley tour. As you might expect, Liam didn’t have much patience for sitting on a trolley. He was excited to board, but then quickly got bored. While James and I reveled in the beauty and history of Savannah, Liam leaned out the window and shouted, “Truck!” every time one passed. Thankfully we had the “hop on, hop off” option, so near the river we hopped off to get a bite to eat. We picked a place James thought he’d eaten before, some cajun place. Unfortunately, James didn’t remember that the food sucked. Except for the fried pickles. Those were awesome. Then, more Murphy’s Law, Liam (who didn’t touch his food, by the way) loudly announced, “I need new diiiiaper!” And this place is a total dive, so I had to change him on the bathroom floor. I was like, “Liam. Don’t. Touch. Anything.”
Disappointed, we headed to the river bank where I finally had a chance to take some photos. We came across a candy shop where you could watch them make old-fashioned candies. We bought a few pralines, which lifted our spirits a bit. Anxious not to miss the last shuttle back to the hotel, we hopped back on the trolley to the visitors center. And it was there that Liam found the most exciting and thrilling experience of the day. Not the Savannah historical museum. Not the numerous fountains and beautiful squares lined with Spanish-moss ladened Live Oaks. No, Liam delighted in the handicapped ramp to the bathroom. Running up the ramp, down the ramp, up the ramp, down, and giggling the whole time. There’s a reason most sane people don’t vacation with their toddlers. Though, I guess this was less a vacation and more a short stop-over. So I really shouldn’t get too bent out of shape that we’re not having the time of our lives. Really, we’re just trying to make it down to Orlando and move into our house. We have plenty of time to come back up and see Savannah for real, either when Liam is older or, better still, without him at all.