Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Finally Home

After 3 long days in Raleigh looking after my little brother, Puddin Pop and I are finally home. Why is travelling with a pre-schooler so exhausting? I used to enjoy road trips...by myself. When I first moved to Virginia it seemed like every couple months I was making the 12+ hour drive home to Michigan. It was a breeze. I was single. Now I go less than 200 miles to Raleigh and it feels like I've been travelling for days.

I actually left early knowing she'd fall back asleep in the car on the way down. I should have done the same on the way back. She needed to pee. She was hungry. She needed a milkshake. She needed something cold to drink that wasn't her milkshake or bottled juice. She was bored. She was hot. She talked non-stop. She fell asleep 10 minutes before we got home. I enjoyed the quiet for almost 2 whole minutes before my phone rang. I'm I the only one with this kind of luck? I'm not a huge fan of talking while driving either but it was my dad and I knew he was checking to see if I made it home okay, so I answered.

Raleigh was a little tough being cooped up in an apartment. We did get out a couple times and PP got to get her picture taken with the Easter Bunny. I'm always amazed with all the ideas they come up with to get you to buy the photos. I thought about getting custom mouse pads for the grandparents but then thought that everyone is moving to laptops with built in mouse pads so I thought they'd be useless. I did splurge on a key chain and snow globe. The snow globe was only $8 (of course I had to buy a sheet of wallets to have the pics to put in it)and it's plexi-glass so I don't have to freak when she walks around the house with it. Look...



How cute is that? And of course with the snow...


I think it was a great $8 spent and will last longer than a mouse pad. We got a mouse pad with our house on it when me bought our home (from the realtor). It's disgustingly (it's a word) dirty but I can't seem to part with it even though we no longer have a use for it.

I'm glad my brother is doing better. I'm glad Hubster has support to help him with Boogie. I'm glad my best gal took the trip with me. I'll be thrilled when she can sit back, relax, enjoy some music on the radio and take in the view...quietly.

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