Sunday before church we realized there was a major problem at Uncle's house. None of the drains in his house were draining. In fact, the bath tubs were filling up with water from different drains! This is never a good sign. A plumber came to the house that afternoon, but said that a specialist would need to come out. At that point, knowing nothing could be done on a Sunday evening, Kee and I decided that I'd need to find a place for the kids and I to stay for a few nights.
Hastily we packed up the van with various suitcases, the pack n' play, diapers, and the kids. Off I went to my mom's house an hour away. She wasn't going to be home for the next few days, but luckily I tracked down a key. The kids were pretty sad that their "Go-Go" wasn't home to visit with, but it made me feel a little less guilty about the take-over we were about to perform. Along with the kids, I also brought a week's worth of laundry. I felt like a college student lugging home our dirty duds to mommy.
I took the kids to Wal-mart to buy a little food for the few nights that we'd be spending at my mom's. Twiggy and I watched VCR tapes that my sister and I had as kids. Kinsley got all dolled up in the dress-up clothes and Z ran around like a wild man. We actually enjoyed our time away, aside from living out of suitcases (which we are getting quite used to doing).
During our second evening, the kids and I went to a park to burn off some energy on the playground. Once the kids were sweaty and dirty, we made our way back to Go-Go's house. From the backseat a very quiet, yet concerned voice asked, "Mommy, where are we gonna sleep tonight?"
Poor kid! Even I was getting confused! Soon, my dear Twiggy, we will have our own house to go home to! No longer will we be gypsies!