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I'm writing from my phone. Why? Because Andrew put the computer bag all the way in the back of the car with all sorts of junk surrounding it. In other words, I can't reach it. Andrew says I blame people for things. Specifically him. I tell him he's right. I've done that all my life.

Lose my phone- Mom! What did you do with my phone. Lost my keys- Dhasha, you must have moved them when you were in my room! Late to the party- You were distracting me while I was driving so I missed my exit.

 Honestly, half of the time, I don't even realize that I am doing it. When I do though, or when someone points that out to me, then almost always I let out a snicker, an apology (sometimes, but always never enough), and a personal lecture in my head to stop doing it.

 Do I stop? No. You see, like I mentioned earlier, I've been doing it all my life. It's one of those "old habits" that is just too hard to break. I laugh about it because I'm just shocked that I'm so quick to blame others. I tell Andrew that he married into that. I joke that that's just who I am and will continue to be.

 The truth though? I really want to work on it. And in reality, it's not so much the blaming others part as it is just me getting flustered aspect of it all. I get heated, and irritated. Like yay me who gets to lose her stuff all the time. Yay, me.

Anywho , I got completely off tangent here. I started this post to talk about our vacation. The one that we are driving towards. The one where we will celebrate being at the beach as a family of four for the first time.
That one.
We have been driving for 4 hours now. E just woke up, and G woke up briefly, played around with his toy, and went back to sleep. We haven't had to stop yet, and that's pretty darn impressive. Although, I'm not going to say I expect that out of the rest of the car ride. We know better than that.
I've slept as well. Andrew said I would be his "navigator for the trip." You know, the person that reads the directions off to him (boring). So much for that. I took a little nap instead. Hoping my pink eye would go away.
Oh yes, that's right, I have pink eye. Figures. Isn't that how life seems to work sometimes? We get ready to start a beautiful week with our family on the beach, and I get to start it by having someone stab me in the eyeballs. Well. You get what I'm saying.
So that's where we are at. I blame others, I'm a bad navigator, the kids (and husband) are behaving, and my eyes hate me.
Did I leave anything else out?
Didn't think so. Sent from my iPhone