Or maybe it's untrue
You might think I'm crazy...."
Yeah, well I am crazy!
I have done this little 361 mile trip down to my parent's house on my own with the kiddos twice now. The first time, for my friend's bridal shower in Palm Desert, it involved throwing an entire bag of pretzels into the back of the car. This trip, went pretty well. Morgan asked her usual "are we there yet" question a gazillion times, but that is to be expected and is easily drowned out by the sound of Mikayla's screaming right before we hit our usual stop at Laval Road, about 3 hours in. A lot of people ask if I stop when the baby starts crying. Answer: nope, not on your life. Stopping before our usual lunch locale really isn't practical or beneficial in any way, to anyone. Michael and I have learned the hard way that when you take Mikayla out of the car, she is still upset since she knows she is heading right back into that carseat in a second or two....which in turn makes the screaming worse. And LORD knows we don't want that! So, I crank up the Foo Fighters to drown out the "are we there yet" songs from Morgan and the hysterical tearless screams from the baby until we see those tractor trailers disappear into their own lane as they prepare to head up through the grapevine.What a welcome sight it is....and it has nothing to do with the fact that we have arrived at Lebec's very own, In-n-Out!!! Silent, happy, full, and sleepy children, yep, that's what a hamburger's all about!!!
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