How we managed to fit everything into the car is anyone's guess. But we did. And my parents are lucky, because had things not fit, I would have left one of the girls behind. True story. And it really would have been a toss up on which one to take with me ... the whiny one or the whiny one. Okay, let's be honest. Don't tell my parents, but I may have even considered leaving both behind.
My fancy shmancy car has a DVD player. With wireless headphones. So, in theory, I'm able to listen to my own music or talk show on the drive, but when the girls want something, need something, or must have something that VERY minute, they yell to me. Or cry to me. Or bicker to me. They obviously can't hear how loud and annoying they are when they're tuned into their own movie. Nor can they hear when their brother needs something. I spent a majority of the drive down to Southern California breaking up fights. Handling minor crises. Talking through clenched teeth.
I think next time I'll wear the wireless headphones.
The drive back down to Orange County was uneventful. Albeit long. We decided to stay in a hotel for the last few days before we move into our rental home on Sunday. A bit more convenient to have our own space. A lot more considerate for all parties as we spread out and unwind. And it's great practice for us to get used to living in close quarters... for the rental house we'll be living in for the next 9 months is not that much bigger than the hotel suite we're staying in.
Five days until we move into our house. Seven days until school starts. Seventy-two days until we see Matt.