My wonderful husband has a business trip this week and I do not feel up to handling the twins on my own for that long. I'm sure I could do it, but it's entirely likely that I'd be reduced to talking to myself and eating cold cereal for every meal. Instead I am at my parents' house for the week. I think it was the wise choice.
In order to get here, though, I had to make the four hour drive alone with Little Man and Honeybun. Normally we would drive up all together on the weekend, but Little Man had a doctor's appointment that couldn't be rescheduled.
The drive went just fine, as long as you're cool with an hour of constant fussing and ten minutes of full-on screaming at the end. I was so glad to have my sister's help when we arrived. She unloaded the car while I fed babies and then made the two of us a delicious grilled pizza dinner. I should have taken pictures, but I was too tired to think of that at the time.
I'm inordinately proud of this little accomplishment. I feel it bodes well for my future freedom and our future adventures.
P.S. It it possible to put a pacifier back in the mouth of the screaming baby in the rear facing car seat situated behind your seat while driving. It's just not comfortable.
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