On Friday we packed up our children and filled the Mini Van with snacks, toys, strollers, Pack-n-Play and anything else we could possibly need or want and headed down to Alabama for Grandma DJ’s 90th Birthday party. We knew that the trip would take us a little bit longer with both of the kids, but we didn’t anticipate stopping at every exit from here to Alabama. It’s usually a 7 hour drive, but our Super-Pooper boys created a 9 hour road trip with 8 stops. And after 9 hours in the car, by the time we got to our destination, Connor was like a top that had been wound tight, ready to spin out of control. It was colder than we had anticipated, which meant less outdoor time for the boys, a total bummer since Grandma DJ lives on 70 acres of pasture filled with old barns, tractors and a fish pond. Perfect for little boys.
We had a good time, some good food and saw relatives that I had not seen in 10 years at least. Connor discovered how fun it is to sit on a tractor, climb fences and look at cows. The boys were so exhausted that they were cranky on Sunday for most of the ride home, but passed out two and a half hours from Charlotte and sleep the rest of the way home.
Weary traveler had a new meaning for both Jorma and I. After spending 17 hours in the car over three days we felt like we had been rode hard and put up wet. I was so exhausted Sunday night when we got home, that Monday morning I took a pregnancy test knowing that no way in hell was a pregnant, but thinking that certainly there had to be some other excuse for this fatigue. There wasn’t as the test came out negative and after a full night’s sleep, a nap yesterday afternoon and book club in the evening, this afternoon I feel rested again. There is no sleep like the sleep in your own bed.
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