The trip started off wrong. I made a pile of things to take and sitting on top was my purse. My husband asked if I wanted everything in the pile to go in the car. I replied yes. When we were about 20 minutes across town I asked for my purse. To that he replied, “I left it sitting in the hall, I thought you would want to pack your own purse.” Umm okay, but shouldn’t you have said, “Your purse is still sitting here?” This now meant I didn’t have my own wallet or an epi pen for Brandon.

Since my husband wanted to take his own car down there instead of mine I also forgot my Moby, meaning I couldn’t go for a to the park with the kids since I could in no way walk the two miles carrying both kids in my arms. We had to drive to the park instead.

My husband hadn’t been to the parks there in a long time meaning he had no clue which ones were good, we had to drive to two parks and unload Brandon before I noticed a third one on our way to another one, and made Rob make a uturn. Finally a great park.

Did I mention it was about 400 degrees and we melted at the park.