I left Scott in Phoenix, Arizona, while I travelled home to see my family and attend a bridal shower. Dani’s neighbor and childhood friend is getting married in May, and Dani is the Maid of Honor. That Friday, April 12, the weather was beautiful in Arizona as well as in New Jersey, yet my flight was delayed four hours. The problem was that the mid-section of the country was dealing with terrible, dangerous storms that would not allow for any aircraft to travel through. This created a backlog of scheduled flights, massive cancellations, and longer redirected flights. My 7:00 p.m. scheduled arrival time in NJ became 11:30 p.m., and I walked into my mom’s house at 1:11 a.m. Just shy of 90 years old, she was waiting up for me. That’s what moms do, I suppose.
The next day, I went into Manhattan to pick up my daughter and the “shower paraphernalia” and then headed back to New Jersey. We ran around with GMoo shopping for furniture and other items for Dani’s new apartment. Later that day, we picked up helium balloons for the party and stuffed them into the backseat of my rental car. I was exhausted from the long travel day on Friday, not getting much sleep that night, and running around all day. That evening when we got to my mom’s house, we put the balloons in the front porch thinking that they would last longer that way. Everything was ready to go for the 11:00 a.m. shower the following morning. When it came time to leave Sunday morning, we had one minor glitch. I could NOT find my car keys. We looked EVERYWHERE. Dani was freaking out (I don’t blame her) as I tried to retrace my steps to no avail. I woke up my mom from a sound sleep to tell her that I needed to take her car because I couldn’t find my car keys. I hadn’t yet taken into consideration that my rental car was parked behind her car in the garage. OMG I AM TURNING INTO MY MOTHER. Then, Dani reminded me that all the party “paraphernalia” was in my locked rental car. She was seething. Finally, Dani looked in the front porch and saw the balloons (which we both thought were still in the car) and found the keys in the front door. OMG or LOL? Neither. After coming in the side door last night, I went back out to the car to get the balloons. I unlocked the front door and put them in the porch, but never took the keys back out of the doorknob. So, both the side door and the front door were unlocked all night. My daughter was now a stress bomb. I have to say, however, that she pulled it all together and the shower was a big success. I am proud of my girl!
Dani got the keys to her new apartment on Monday, April 22, but she didn’t start the move until Good Friday. I drove in Thursday night and slept on her couch in the old apartment. The movers were coming early the next morning, and I wanted to be there when they arrived. I can’t say enough about these two men that went above and beyond the contracted amount and moved just about everything for us. We did some cleaning and unpacking and then took a walk around the corner and had dinner at this little gem.
That night I slept on a Aero Bed in Dani’s new living room on the fifth floor. Neither one of us got much sleep due to the free concert on the ground below us, the on and off pouring rain, and for me…a deflated bed around 3 a.m. When I finally woke up, my head was pounding, my sinuses inflamed, and my voice practically gone. Feeling like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, I toughed it out, and we did some more unpacking, cleaning and even laundry. Honestly, I am so glad that I was able to help her with this move. My timing to get sick was not the greatest. I am so happy that she is now living in a pretty, residential area where the streets are wide and uncluttered. Look how happy she is with the width of her new neighborhood sidewalks!
On Easter Sunday morning, my mom, Dani, and I enjoyed breakfast together. Even the Easter Bunny showed up and left some chocolate bunnies.
Later that afternoon, we had Easter dinner at the Whitneys. We enjoyed plenty of food and drink, as always. I crawled into bed that night, rubbing Vicks on my neck and chest. The next day, my pulmonologist squeezed me into his overbooked schedule. I was diagnosed with Bronchitis and Sinusitis, and I had a return flight to Phoenix to catch the following day. My timing was pathetic, but I got on that flight to join my husband for a last few days in Arizona.