Sometimes when you take mucinex on an empty stomach you spend the day throwing up and miss your flight. Or maybe that’s just what happened to my husband. The man’s a sensitive creature and was completely out of commission all day when he was supposed to be in the air coming to Virginia.
He finally arrived on Sunday afternoon and it was full steam ahead packing. Trying to pack and organize for eight people is no small task. It’s like our stuff multiplied.
And then my parents had the wonderful idea of pulling 5409 boxes out of the attic to go through. It was basically my childhood in that attic. Boxes of Breyer horses, Saddle Club and Sweet Valley books, Barbie dolls and their accessories, and other random knick knacks.
I’m left feeling raw. It’s a lot to process. My parents are selling the house soon and going on a road trip of their own. After being in Virginia for a few months and adjusting to life here; getting used to seeing my parents every day, life is changing again. It is truly the end of this chapter. I would’ve probably started ugly crying if it weren’t for the two year olds.
I was in the bedroom next door making a bottle when husband went into the twins’ room and I hear, “Who pooped in the train?!”
Yes. Both of them were naked and one of them pooped in the toy train.
Let that sink in a little bit.
Poop. In a toy train.
I’m not sure if it was transferred to the train or originated there. Don’t care. Clorox, wipes, and hand sanitizer.
Kids are gross.
(Photo courtesy of Amazon description. Yes, it was that train.)