Remember when I said yesterday we were in a person hell?
Turns out hell has some seriously worse dimensions.
We had planned on leaving Michigan around 5 pm yesterday due to Darwin's allergies. Due to all the crazy "life" things that happened -- the visiting we wanted to fit in, the fact that we were exhausted and wanted to take naps, and the fact that Darwin magically grew out of his carseat and we needed to purchase a new one -- we didn't end up getting on the road until 11 p.m.
Of course by that time, Griffin was asleep and Darwin had entered a comatose-like state due to all the benadryl and zyrtec.
About 70 miles into the drive, Darwin woke up scratching and crying like a seriously sick baby. I drove until the first exit with a gas station and we were shocked that he had broken out into a new rash and his eye was swollen shut. After sitting with him in the car for half an hour and him making it abundantly clear He Was Not Going Back Into That Fucking Car Seat, we had to go across the way and get a hotel room.
I should be home by now.
Instead I have a very sick baby, possibly allergic to the new carseat (yes, it is possible), and over 600 miles to drive home with newly awake children who have itty bitty bladder and need to stop every 45 minutes to "stretch" their legs.
Someone bitch slap me if I mention trying to go to Michigan in the next two years.