I forgot my camera at Thanksgiving. It doesn't really matter since I can't find the cord to the camera. Lost somewhere in the rooms of stuff that is completely unorganized. It is eating away at me, but I'm trying to let it go since there is nothing I can do about it for another week. But it is always on the back of my mind!
We went to Yuma. A five hour drive that took us seven. The hotel was clean so it was kind of a relief to leave our messy house. And the bed was way more comfortable than mine, even with two kids in it with me. I had fresh waffles for breakfast every morning and ate way too much the whole time.
We met some very nice people who welcomed us into their home and never blinked an eye about five extra people running around. Well, at least they never let it show. They let the kids play with their animals and let Hailey sew on the sewing machine the whole time. I always feel bad imposing my posse on people. When we left K gave me a nice card and a young womens gift for Hailey. And apples. But this tells you the kind of person she is, she gave Kade a peeled, sliced apple for the car. Ha.
The kids slept most of the way home and I got to spend time talking with W, which I already do, but five hours with someone I never get tired of was nice. There is a lot more to it, but I have way too much to do to get ready to go to Mesa to be with my peeps and put my oldest child on a plane by herself. So basically have a panic attack. Maybe that is why I have been wanting to cry all day, lets blame it on that. I am in denial. It is the only way.
