We Made It

It was close. I mean, really, really, close.

About an hour and a half from my grandmother's house I actually called and Mr F and my mother got in a car and came down to meet us and drive us home. I'm no newbie to long solo car trips... so... that rescue mission is saying something about my extreme fatigue level.

So glad it's over.

The kids did great.

But it's one thing to start out on a 5 state drive and it's another to start out when you're already so tired you can barely see straight.

Hopefully the drive home will go smoother once I've had a good week's rest.

P.S. I never want to do this again. For real. The next time I'm driving up here it better be the last time.

P.P.S. I brought my Step with me. That should make for some hilarious video footage... stay tuned. God that could be great.

On The Road Again

Half way to Michigan.

Half way dead.

See You Later Alligator

I'm turning off the comments because I know when people see someone having a hard time they naturally want to help. Unfortunately unless you're loading up your car to come on over... nothing is gonna help right now. This is just a hard time I have to live through. No advice, no matter how well intentioned, is going to change that (just ask Mr F).

Casualties Of War

Last night, in my efforts at multitasking, I managed to grate the nail off my thumb while scrubbing the pasta colander (who knew those holes could be that sharp?!!!). Yes, I fell to the ground screaming in bloody agony. Then the girls brought me a Diego band aid. Sadly, that did not do much to mitigate the pain of having to continue washing all the dishes with a painfully pulsating thumb burning with the heat of a thousand suns (Owwwww... seriously). It's my right thumb, I might add, and I'm right handed.

"I know it hurts, but we're gonna get to Meesheegan beally soon. In Meesheegan Daddy can make your finger not hurt." Baby told me empathetically.

"I hope that works." She said to herself as she walked away.

Yeah, me too.

That's Gotta Sting

"Do you miss Dad?" I ask Kid when she gets off the phone.

"Yeah." Kid mumbles.

"Are you ready to move to Michigan and be together?" I ask hopefully.

"Yeah. Things were easier when Dad was here." Kid replies.

"Yeah. But we're doing a good job." I return.

"And you know what? When we move things are going to be a lot better. I won't have to watch kids anymore and I'll have more
time to be with you. And our house won't be on the market and we won't have to clean all the time." I continue.

"That doesn't solve the problem with you and your computer." Kid says dryly.