Why do I do these things to myself? I am obsessed with being stressed.
Last week I attempted and completed my first road trip with me plus three. I decided to leave Richmond around 9:00 AM. The planning and prep work that goes into a day trip is just sick. I had probably 30 diapers packed, 2 diaper bag sized wipes packages, 3 outfits per short person, double stroller with it's 5 accessories, two baby carriers, and so. many. snacks. This is a day trip. No nights. Just a, ahhh, one, uno day. It sounds like enough. Wrong-o. TT ate ALL the snacks on the way up. All of them??? All of them. 30 diapers proved to be JUST enough for 14 hours of road trippin. Phew! 3 outfits per human.....who was I kidding?! I needed approximately 5 and I did not have 5 therefore I arrived home with a half dirty, half naked crew....it was 36 degrees outside.
There were approximately 8 hours of driving total for the day. Keeping everyone happy for 8 hours of delightful car riding seemed impossible. I managed approximately 6.5 happy hours. At one point TT looked at Yellie and said (and I quote) "Stop it Ellie! You drive me CRAZY NUTS!" he was not wrong.
My stress level was not low. First of all I'm Whole30-ing (or some version of it that allows me sanity while breastfeeding two babies). So food ended up being a HUGE issue (thank goodness for a drive-thru Starbucks and their Protein box). Then, TT lost one of my pump accessories necessary for baby milk extraction. CRAAAAAAP. So I'm trying to keep everyone fed and then I have people around me who want to help but it's like "he's crying umm ohhh he's still crying.....I can't get him to settle....what do you do when they're all crying....omg how do you handle this crying...." So first--I CAN HEAR THE CRYING!!!! Second--hold/rock/paci/soothe so I can get some dang milk for him Third--who's boobs can let down when there is a hive of fire ants crawling up your pants? What's that you say? Not happNIN?! You right, you right. Thank goodness I predicted a catastrophe and brought Ethan-approved formula because I could've fed each baby 4 ounces for the entire day. And I have a Hulk baby that is approximately 19 lbs at 4 months (preemie twin....yeah).
The good news is: we MADE IT!! My sister-in-law commented "OMG was it the WORST DAY EVER" ........close! Did I mention TT was rolling around on a hospital floor and then refused to bathe at my uncle's house? GAHHHHHROSSSSSSSSS.
The other good news: I avoided the urge to purchase all of the french fries. Whole30 said no even though stress said oh please eat a fried and salty golden delight. WINNING!!
We are back to the scream-a-thons at night now so I bid you adieu.....
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