Some days are too painful, too disturbing, too, too much to remember, let alone write about.
A day in the car with Trent, a full 12 hours 38 minutes with Trent, made this ONE OF THOSE DAYS. (Hence the week and a half delay in its writing.)
Dave and I had drug the last suitcase out and strapped the last bike to our van early, yet, we mozied around, not wanting to get in.
Kind of like going to get some shots, you know?
We eventually stood up to the bully of a drive and loaded up the kids and our ourselves. We bid goodbye to our sacred vacation and wove frantically to Grandma and Grandpa who stood in the driveway teary. We were teary too, half for them, and half for us.
The day started off decently but leveled out around 12. That is when he started.
Trenty filled up our small square footage with whimpers, whines, and crying, with a few dry spells thrown in just to get our hopes up, until 10 at night when we got home.
By 6 we were all feeling it. The, 'I rather walk than be in here another minute', feeling. It was at this point that Dave requested that I go sit by him. I know that baby, and getting closer to him will do nothing but aggravate. I gave Dave the eye.
Something about how if he really loved me he wouldn't ask such things of me may have slipped out.
So I sat by him. Eventually, eventually, he tuckered out and slept for 7 minutes. 7 minutes!! A miracle! That baby slept, in a car! You hear me, IN A CAR!
We made it home safe around 10, and promptly threw Trenty into his crib. Little dude growled some baby smack at me and rolled over. I had plenty to say to him too, but, come on, like you can ever be mad at a (finally) sleeping baby.
After unloading a bit and getting the kids to bed I made a trip to Walmart. Ahhh, the welcome home that I needed. The empty restocked aisles at midnight gave me the quiet crispness that I needed after that long, long ride. Well, that, and a cart full of chocolate.
Home at last. (oh, and, we still love you Trenty!)
