Matt and I ran away from home for a couple days. Which is to say we took a road trip to Walla Walla to return his parents' truck - because they graciously loaned it to us with a trailer so we can load our things up and stop tripping on ... everything.
This also means I took my first five-hour road trip with the kids - alone. We can file that under "what was I thinking?" Which, by the way, is turning into a bulging file ... moving at this particular time is also tucked in there.
We had a good time visiting with everyone, Sam loved playing with his cousins and Jake enjoyed being put down twice in 4 days.
Mother's Day wasn't exactly what I had in mind but I'm learning to be more flexible with my expectations. My special day started with me wandering around WalMart in Walla Walla at 5 a.m. looking for a snot sucker and some saline for Jake in hopes of that being the reason he slept for 23 minutes the night before. I also bought myself a couple pairs of pants I liked in a size I don't, but that's a story for another day. My sister-in-law made up for the less-than-super start of the day by taking me to the scrapbook store.
With all the driving, visiting and not sleeping I nearly forgot about what was going on back home ... until I opened the front door and was greeted by piles of boxes, empty and full. And a message that the move-in date we thought we had is now a problem. Again, a story for another day. But soon, friends ... soon.