So the drive up to Chicago was, indeed, very long. We borrowed a couple of Chuck Palahniuk audiobooks from the library, which was novel (I highly recommend the author's reading of Choke, as long as you're not easily offended or grossed-out) and definitely passed the time between NPR stations. I borrowed a breastpump to replace the one that I'd already sent to a friend since I hadn't been using it. That thing was the best thing, ever, although it felt strangely wasteful to pour full bottles of milk out. I tried to use the battery pack to pump in the car, that's how desperately I needed it. (Melonboobs is a term that comes to mind.) We missed the kids so much that we basically dropped Bob's new work off and small talked with the gallery folks, then turned around and headed for home. We figured maybe we'll do some Chicago sightseeing when we fly up for the opening in November.
Jasper and Roo did pretty well at grandma's although the little one won't let me out of his sight now, which is already getting very old. I thought a couple of days apart would wean him, but apparently his milk lust is unfathomably strong. And his stupid molars are taking like a month to completely come in. So he is a screeching, clingy nightmare pretty much 24-7. Did I mention his new foreskin infection that my mom didn't notice? The first diaper I changed upon our return revealed something that looked like a cherry tomato where his penis should be. Eeek! So he's on antibiotics now. Awesome. He was up about every 40 minutes last night with some kind of night terrors, too. Roo seems pretty healthy but when I asked what she did at grandma's while we were away, she said "we ate a LOT of junk food!" Again, awesome.
The cats had a peeing contest while we were gone but thankfully Bob had the foresight to put the rugs in a locked room so the clean up wasn't as horrific as it could have been. And continuing my whining, there is something weird going on with my email so please don't be offended if you haven't received a reply. Hopefully I will get everything back to normal in a day or two. Whatever "normal" is!
Ah, it's good to be home.