It's 3 o'something in the morning and what am I doing? Oh, yes. I'm blogging. Because I'm intelligent.
In the last 24 hours I have driven over 900 miles.
This morning we realized what Darwin was allergic to in the carseat -- the armrests were a soft rubbery material, which certainly meant latex. Both boys and I are allergic to latex (of course we are, we're allergic to every other damn substance in the universe).
So, we had the boys temporarily switch seats, using a blanket to prevent Griffin from touching the latex and drove back to Michigan, over 100 miles to leave the allergenic carseat at Aaron's parents' house and pickup Darwin's old carseat. Then I had to drive us home.
My ass hurts. And I'm rather jittery.
Of course, I'm sure that jittery-ness may have something to do with the fact that I've consumed over 100 ounces of vanilla-cinnamon-organic-milk-no-foam lattes in the past 12 hours. Or maybe not.