Today, I’m on my own.
Okay, maybe not quite so dramatic. But I’ve left the comfort of our little back room for my mom’s home in Marquette. With out the aid of a husband.
Again, only not so dramatic.
We knew this weekend was coming. My brother’s graduation party. A baby shower with my relatives for me and Torah. And a worship conference Josh has been committed to for quite some time before the other things were planned. Making it our first split outings as a family.
And it feels really dramatic.
Upon leaving Josh this morning, I felt the overwhelming terror of having to put the girls to bed all by myself. And though my sister drove up with me, she won’t be driving home with me. That’s two hours in the car alone with three littles. Specifically a two week old little, who doesn’t exactly appreciate her car seat.
I may have cried a bit thinking about this. Please don’t laugh.
In my defense, last night Zuri got sick out of nowhere. And when a little throws up at night, you can almost guarantee it’s going to be all over your sheets, and you’ll probably put your hand in it. It’s really awesome like that. But the excitement didn’t stop there. In the hurry of washing our sheets, because we were all leaving the next morning, and no one wants throw up sheets left for a weekend, we washed our cell phone. Neat-o.
Very very neat. O.
And if I can continue my complaint, Torah has a mysterious new baby rash. I prepared to leave for the co-op for some much needed coconut oil and olive oil to alleviate the problem, annnnndddd we left our bank card at home. Wait, I, left our bank card at home. Because Josh isn’t with me. He’s at a conference.
Hi. I’m a mamma of three. And I feel that it’s dramatic as it really probably isn’t.