Apprehension. We leave tomorrow for the sand and the sun and are not looking forward to the drive. The last time we travelled this far we had tears/screaming/sobbing about 9 of the 11-ish hours. Granted, the 3 were only 9 months at the time and still in rear-facing seats, but it was awful. So awful that Ainsley would then flip out and when she loses it - the world ends. This was understandable since John and I occasionally longed for prescription meds to make us silly-happy and carefree - can't imagine how it was for a 3-year old to tolerate that business. Still, her hysterics did not help.
The hope is that once we get there everything will be fabulous and frantic in a good way. You can count on me letting you know. :)
Happy Thursday!
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i hope you have a safe trip + everything goes smoothly! have fun!
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