My husband had to go to California for a few days for work. Pretty jealous seeing as how they had 65 degree weather and we had -18. Yes you read that right negitive 18. At least the sun was out.
I was not about to let him drive himself and waste money leaving his car at the airport so we all piled in the car at 6 am. Thank God for coffee because man was I tired. I had a hard time falling asleep that night, then little L had a hard time sleeping at around 2 am, and finally big L was up and going at 4.
We got going pretty much on time, which really is a miracle in it self. Of course it had snowed the night before so the roads were slippery. We were hoping we were going to miss most of the traffic but no such luck. Then on top of that in a laps in judgment I made the hubby some snacks for the plane, which he ended up not eating, instead of feeding Little L. I just gave him a cut up carrot and an apple, nothing fancy, but still eat my food man! Since I did not feed her she started crying a few minutes out. When she did not stop I climbed in the back to try to comfort her. Nothing but the boob would do though. So here I am squashed between two car seats leaning over Little Ls body trying to keep my size Bs in her mouth and trying hard not to care what passing cars thought of me. She fell asleep after about 15/20 min later and so did Big L.
Thankfully the rest of the trip was non eventful. Dropped the hubs off and made it home safe and sound.
