Worst Move Ever!!!

I am so friggin' mad I can't sleep...so here's where I unload. Today was the day Kylie, Sallie the cat, and I left Louisiana for Utah. The past month leading up to this move has been incredibly stressful and my emotions and nerves have been stretched and broken repeatedly. Today started out wonderful, having breakfast at IHOP with my best buddies in Houma. I turned in my keys and told the apartment managers "good riddance" and happily left. Got to the airport in perfect time (thanks Dave and Coleen!) and in good spirits. Then it all started falling apart. I tried to check my bags curb-side so I wouldn't have to lug it all plus a 5 year old and cat through the airport. The guys gave me wary looks, kept asking what I had in the pet carrier. Finally one of them pipes up and informs me that Southwest is the only carrier who does not allow animals. Shocked, I stand there dumbly, trying to figure out what that means. Already fragile nerves are starting to hum. The guy can see that I'm not doing so well, so he's kind enough to load my bags onto his carrier and help me to the desk inside and leaves without holding his hand out for a tip. The heartless bastard behind the Southwest counter let me know that there was nothing to be done, and that I would have to check the cat on another flight. Nerves are starting to splinter and tears start to form. I drag everything to the United desk, where another heartless bastard tells me that my only option is to drive to the cargo building, check the cat, and drive back to catch my plane in less than an hour. Nerves go "ping" and the tears freely fall. Then I walk over to Northwest, sniffling, and a kind man decides to be human and make some phone calls. 15 minutes later he has nothing more to offer me. This is where I turn around, make it a few steps, sit down on the floor, and cry on the phone to my husband. The load I've been carrying for so long is now too heavy, and I give it up. A policeman, who was standing by at the Northwest counter, runs over to me and tells me that he'll drive me to the cargo building. We rush to his car, Kylie and I sit in the back (a first for both of us...and hopefully the last), the cop drives like mad to the cargo building, rushes us inside and starts barking orders that this lady needs help because she's had one hell of a day. You got that right, buddy. How about one hell of a year?! They fly through the paperwork, I have to leave my little kitty there and rush my sniffling 5 year old back into the cop car. He races back to the terminal, giving me detailed instructions of how to get to my flight. Kylie and I run through the New Orleans airport, make it to our terminal just in time to board the plane. We connect in Phoenix which had an amazing amount of turbulence which left us both feeling iffy. Kylie catches a nap, I can't sleep and I'm freezing because I gave up my blanket for Kylie to use. We finally land in Salt Lake City, I'm making phone calls like mad trying to figure out who's picking me up from the airport because Brian beat us to Utah in the moving truck. I rush over to the Northwest desk to find out about my cat...and there's no one there. I call the 800 number...and there's no one there. Kylie has to go to the bathroom. I make more phone calls. Kylie is too scared of the self-flushing toilets and decides she doesn't really have to go. I finally get a real person on the phone and find out Sallie won't be arriving until 11:30 pm. Lovely. We find our bags, get to the curb, my mom and sister pick us up and meet Brian at a restraunt. Kylie decides she wants to go home with her Nana and have her first sleepover. The anxiety comes back as I watch them drive away. I have one baby driving away to Logan, and my other baby somewhere in the skies. I have no appetite and just want a fruit smoothie. Brian persuades me to try a wheat grass shot with my smoothie. Sits pretty good after a day of pancakes, peanuts, and crackers. Brian and I stay at the company apartment so we can unload the truck in the morning. It's not far from the airport so I wait for 11:00 to roll around. The smoothie doesn't sit too well and right before I have to leave for the airport I puke it all up, dislocating my jaw. I now have an intense headache, puke in my nose, and no prospect of going to bed. I drive to the airport while Brian goes to bed (he drove to Utah in record time, only sleeping 2 hours) and get lost in the airport. Twice. I finally make it inside to where they told me to pick up Sallie. It's 11:30. They make some calls. "No, we didn't have a live animal on this flight..." My phone rings and it's the cargo guys saying that I now have to drive over to their building to pick up Sallie. I hustle back to the parking garage, pull up with my ticket and get a voice mail. Sallie is in Atlanta. Her plane didn't make it in time for her to get transferred to a SLC bound flight. She's spending the night there in a kennel and will arrive in Salt Lake around 9:00 am. At this point I drop the f-bomb. Serious business. Now I'm back at the apartment, so mad, wondering what more could go wrong...nevermind, I don't want to tempt fate. It has been one thing after another all month. I'm tired, too mad to function, and now my stomach decides that it's hungry. Luckily I have some animal crackers stashed away. One baby is sleeping in Logan, another is sleeping in Atlanta. It's not a good feeling. And things aren't going to slow down at all. Brian has a few days off, then he's going to be gone for over a month, during which time I have to find a house and buy it and paint it and carpet it and move our stuff in. Oh, and I have a job interview coming up and they'll want me to start right away. I'm just glad this day is over. I just pray that Sallie isn't ruined when we get her back. She's such a sweet kitty. I'm going to try to sleep, and leave it all in God's hands.