The night before we traveled home the Squirms decided we were having a slumber party. So, R moved her travel crib downstairs next to the fire place and her Mamé gave us lots of blankets. Squirms allowed me to sleep from four to seven.
One drawback? to having a happy child who sleeps through the night 99% of the time is that when she doesn't sleep I go into shock and don't know what to do. My brain tries to go through the list - food, diaper, temperature. Knowing that she was fed (and re-fed), had a clean diaper (until the 3 am explosion), and warm by the fire, led to playtime*.
Needless to say, I was a zombie the next morning. It's been a while, probably since college or my testing days in the commercial space business area, since I've been awake for a continuous 22 hours.
A couple of hours into our drive back the next day - after I proved I couldn't read the map and didn't know what interstate we were on - R decided it would be best if I didn't help with the driving. At least I was able to identify that the trailer in front of us was not carrying chickens and could not be responsible for the smell that we feared might be coming from the back seat - though I was slurring my words trying to explain this to R.
Thankfully the smell was a product of some environment off of I-10, but we did stop soon to feed and change our angel. I was sitting in the back seat of the truck when I poured ready-made formula into Squirm's bottle. Then I tried to place the container back into the cooler and leaned over so that the newly poured, and still open, bottle emptied into my lap. It was ICE Cold.
After staring at my lap for a couple of seconds, trying to process what had just happened, I called for R, hopped out of the truck and tried to dry off the seat. R was nice and got me dry clothes from our luggage. We moved the truck from the parking spot directly in front of the gas station front door - the people inside already thought I was crazy because I had been asking them for those things that you use to brush your teeth without water....you know, the little brushes with picks on the end....those small things for your teeth. Parked beside some hedges I prayed there were no security cameras around and changed in the back seat. The Squirms just looked at me - her silly mother.
I go to extensive lengths to not have to drive on road trips.
*As we suspected, the Squirms has another ear infection.
**Fun side note, R just said to L could you please go remove my shoe from the Roomba?
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