Day 42: To Papa's House We Go!

Because of the non-working dryer and the piles of laundry just continually growing, I needed to try and do something. I am so glad that my parents live just up the road because it's times like these that it's so nice to be able to fix our little problems with a short drive. When I woke up, I really did NOT want to haul 10 loads of laundry, 3 kids and all of their junk to my dads house in the rain. Not at all. I was really starting to talk myself out of it and instead go do something fun like bbc. See, even grown-ups like to dodge responsibilities sometimes. But nope, I just couldn't do it. It needed to be done and needed to be done today. So off we went. Of course it took us about an hour and a half to even get out of the house but we finally managed to get to Papa's and I quickly started a load. My dad was not there because he was stuck at Toyota getting my mom's car serviced so that was a relief! Again, my dad is a neat freak and I just knew I'd be stressed that he was stressed because my kids were destroying everything. And that's just how it is. We were there for less then 10 minutes when my kids had already pulled two toy boxes out, emptied their contents, spread it all over the living room floor, found markers, pulled things out of the pantry, and got into the trash. Dad, if you're reading this...uh, they get it from their dad! Here's B getting in trouble for coloring on himself...

Between doing laundry, separating fights, and trying to keep my dad's house from burning down - I was getting close to losing my mind. Thankfully sweet Eva would step in and need to be fed and that always calms me down. It wasn't all bad, all the time. I mean, we still had some sweet sibling moments like watching a movie together or Skylar trying to teach her brother how to play the game "Trouble"...

but mostly, it was chaos as usual. I did manage to get quite a bit of laundry done and then quickly made an exit! I think my dad was pretty relieved to see us go since right before we left Bryce pooped in his diaper then carried the diaper through the house saying "ew, gucky!" My poor dad. Anxiously awaiting the arrival of our new washer and dryer.