Those of you who don't have Facebook, or those of you that don't check it regularly, might not know that last Saturday our car was stolen out of our parking lot. In the car was Susan's car seat, our car seat base, our stroller and my baby sling. What kind of person gets into a car, sees two baby seats, and drives off?? But that's a rant for another post... Some of you may remember the great break in of '08. It's been just about a year. Nate's parents were nice enough to let us borrow a truck until my mom is able to bring us her car mid- June to "car sit" for three years. The pick up isn't much to look at and it's pretty difficult strapping a car seat onto a bench seat sans car seat base but it has AC and a working radio so things are going alright. To be honest, I'm not as upset about the car as I am about Susan's seat and our stroller, base and sling. The Yukon had been causing us quite a bit of grief recently. Nate and I were laughing about it a few days ago that we felt sorry for the thieves because the AC didn't work, the tires were almost shot, the Service Engine Soon light was on, it had less than a quarter tank left and it had been raining pretty bad that weekend and our wipers only worked when it wasn't raining. :)
Anyway, this was a long preface to what I'm really posting about. Nate took the truck to work today, which is fine. He does frequently. But it is noon and I haven't seen the sunlight today. Why? What's the point? I have no way to get around. No car, no stroller, no sling. And I have a sick baby who is coughing, leaking out of every orifice on his face and hasn't pooped in three days. *Oops. I'm back. Make that three minutes now.* He's tired and super clingy so I'm basically holding him all day. Which means my house is a disaster. How did pioneer women do it with no car, no stroller, no sling, tons of children and tons of chores? Yes, I was definitely meant for a much lazier generation. :)
