Well, we made it. Yes, we are there yet, no we are not going home now. No, we cannot go home tomorrow. Yes, I miss daddy too, but we're having lots of fun with our cousins! Yes, we can call daddy. No, we cannot go home now. We're going to ride the train! No, not to our home. Yes, you can have a sleep-over with me.
Can you tell who's missed the most at our house?
I have to say that I really had some serious concerns driving 800 miles, alone, with the boys. I thought only one of us would make it, and that would be the one that can actually drive the car. However, I was proved wrong. It was not suicidal or infanticidal to take on the task. We took a looooooooooong time, but we made it to Winnemucca without even shouting at anybody. The next day we were off bright and early (compared to some parts of the world) and made it to my sister's in Sandy, Utah an hour and 15 minutes earlier than my goal. No, I wasn't speeding, thank you. This leg of the trip did require some ear-splitting screaming on my part around Tooele (if you know how to say that correctly, you need to move) but at least it got the baby to seriously consider taking a nap.
We are actually having a great time not doing much different than we would be at our own home, but at least I can tell the kids to go outside in the back and play and not worry that one of the bizillion sexual predators in Manteca is going to run off with my kids.
I keep waking up with a mini-migrane every day. What does this mean? I seek out my small audience's expertise in this area and await your suggestions.
Hidey-ho, Neighbor!
Posted at 11:48 am by
SalGal
