just taking the short cut back to Brittany's house...up there on top of that hill.
This last weekend I made the three hour trek to the Palouse to visit my sister Boobette. She had a baby only three short months ago and I was dying to go and get my hands on that mini. I mean, favorite aunt status duh. Favorite sister status also but shh.
It just so happens, I got caught in a snow storm on my drive up. Basically it was the first time it really snowed in that area and the snow was gone by the morning, yet it seemed like a torrential downpour of icy precipitation was following my car down the highway like an umbrella. And let me tell you something: I have anxiety out the yang. This is nothing new, of course, but I'm also going on a month plus off my anxiety meds so in situations like this, it goes into overdrive.
I have this thing. When I am in certain driving situations, such as snow and ice and say, fog, as soon as I see headlights in my rearview mirror, I fuh-reek out. I have this internal dialogue going on inside my head like, "ohmygosh ohmygosh they are getting closer. That car behind me is going to be on my tail any second now and ohhhhhmyyyyygoooossssshhhh they are getting closer! I need to pull over, I need to pull over like right. now. but I can't because what if I slide down the embankment and flip my car?! Holy shit there they are!! What do I...I mean where should I...I mean how do I....I mean mommy!! Mommy come save me!" and I am not kidding.
So what do I do? I pull over. I pull over and let that fast driving, safety infringing terrible person who has no respect for human life pass me. Every. Single. Time. Which basically means I tack on an added 45 minutes to my drive because I have to pull over for about 20 cars. I don't know, it's just a thing with me. A crazy anxiety ridden thing but a thing nonetheless.
After dodging death on wheels, I make it to my sisters house and devour little miss Bria. She's heaven I tell you. The most sweet lovable calm (except when she isn't) smily baby alive. I got to watch her on Friday while mom and dad went to work, and it brought me right back to the days when my kids were still in diapers. It also brought me right back to my appointment in the doctors office when he asked me, "now are you sure you want this procedure? It's non-reversible you know." Yeah doc, I'm a million percent sure. No more babies out of this fish whistle thank you very much!
I still had the warmies holding her and rocking her and feeding her. I only had to change her diaper once while I was watching her alone, and I would have just let it sit until one of her parents came home but it was a wicked fierce blowout that left track marks from her swing to the bouncy chair so I really was left with no choice. And I gagged the entire time. Not just fake gagging, but real legit almost-threw-up for real gagging. I don't do poop. Sorry.
Besides baby snuggles, we did our usual things when I visit. Boobs lives in a tiny town right outside of Pullman, home to Washington State University. I think the population of her town is like twelve or something. We take walks, drink at her house, and that's about it. Oh and we also always always make our way across the Idaho border to Moscow Bagel and Deli because heavenly fire they have the best bagel sandwiches in the universe. Serious. If you ever make it to Moscow, go there.
But the food we had at home? THE FOOD. Brittany made homemade crab wontons, whipped goat cheese on crusty bread and the best buffalo chicken salad ever. Like, ever ever.
Hashtag diet food. Lulz.
As always, I get sad to leave. I love spending time with my sisters and gosh darnit boobs why you gotta move away like that? Whatever that's fine. Small town living is your thing, I get it. If you're fine not even having a local liquor store then more power to ya sugar.
Best mom ever.
Oh besides me I mean.