Editor's note: I should have started this a few days ago but, I didn't. So you get some recaps. They are worth waiting for, I assure you.
Roadtrip
Driving anywhere more than five minutes with my children is always a test of anyone's patience. So embarking on a multi-leg, multi-state, multi-great-grandmother is bound to be interesting. And just because this is how it always happens with me, this trip started off with a bang.
About thirty minutes into the trip I was taking mental inventory:
Clothes. Check.
Swimsuits. Check.
Movies. Books. Electronic diversions. Check.
Blue doggie. Check.
Blue bear. Check.
Snacks. Drinks. Treats. Check.
Mommy's meds. Check.
Berkeley's meds. Check.
Parker's meds. Check.
Griffin's meds. Crap.
Now, Griffin is asthmatic, has eczema and anaphylactic food allergies. He is just not a kid you can leave the meds behind for. So, we turned around.
We started off on the wrong foot. But we made it my parent's house in Indiana and the boys enjoyed their romp around the farm and obligatory Arni's pizza before hitting the sack and hitting the road the next day to drive to my grandma on my dad's side in Kansas.
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