We had been on the road most of the day. Through some communication snafu's, I ended up driving about nine hours straight alone with all of the kids and two cats (and a very old litter box). This, plus the natural stress of this crazy massive step we were taking ended up in a wee bit of a breakdown outside of a Taco Bell in south Austin.
How sweet is this? They named a store just to commemorate that evening in this shopping center. Ahhhhh.
We had our tacos, I pulled myself together, we did not get divorced in the middle of the parking lot, and onward we went. Arriving just after sunset, it was quickly discovered that not everything we had been discussing and negotiating for weeks was, um, as discussed. That night, all seven of us (and two cats) slept like sardines in a very small RV, lining the floors - but together. We started this together, and by golly, we are rockin' it together.
Last night my husband and I ended our little date day in that very shopping center. We laughed at ourselves. We laughed at that first night ... that first week ... that first month ... that first fall! We did it. This week an influx of work crews begins. I am turning away monthlies so we still have room for overnight guests, and even those are receiving a "sorry, we're full" for the next few weekends. This new wave of rigs is all word-of-mouth. Our first one heard about us during a round of golf in town. The dominoes of reservations fell from there.
We birthed this dern baby. It was painful. We had Braxton Hicks throughout the entire friggin' pregnancy. Worth it, though.