OK....so here is where I have my first meltdown of the trip (not an open meltdown....just an internal meltdown). Lillian and Avery were really going at it (basically because they were tired and bored). BOTH of them wanted me to hold them and I was just TOO exhausted. It was time for a potty break and Avery refused to go (this was really her first time getting defiant on our entire trip). After pushing the issue I decided that I wouldn't take her...no use forcing the issue. I went potty, changed Lillians diaper and was ready to head out when Avery starts SCREAMING that she needs to go potty. At this point I really just wanted John to take her because I was just plain POOPED and needed a little help with the tots. I took her potty and she was still pretty fussy.
Basically here is where I start to tear up. John looks over at me and TOOK OVER. Did I mention how much I
my DH. He handed me a beer (now THAT'S what I am talking about
) and distracted Avery with these phone booths
