I am not the kind of person that likes to travel. I don't know what it is, being on vacation is ok- but pack for, flying to, getting home from vacation is the pits and frankly negates any fun had on said vacation. Traveling with the twins is even more unappealing. So yeah, we haven't traveled much. One disastrous 12 hour trip to Illinois with 6 mo. old twins and I was done. I begged the pilot to just drop us off somewhere- anywhere. Just get me and the screaming kids off the plane!
But I decided to accompany my grandpa on a trip to Rexburg for Laura's baby's blessing. (totally forgetting how freakin' cold it is in Idaho still... in March) I'm actually really excited to go and see family, plus getting to spend time with my adorable grandpa is icing on the cake. And now is the perfect time to buy a very large and fluffy coat.
Then I had to go and lose my mind... scheduling a family vacation to the beach the day after I get home from Idaho. Yes. I know. Crazy.
This means that Logan has to prepare everything for the trip over the weekend while I'll be gone. I know. Insane.
I have at least five different lists going on right now. The list of things for the girls to eat, the list of things he can eat for dinner, the list of things I need to pack for Idaho, the list to pack for the girls, the list of things for the car, the list of laundry to be done, etc.
So if you don't see/hear from me for a while, you know why. I'm in a padded room in the fetal position waiting for another round of shock therapy.