Two weeks ago we went to Chicago for the MOH’s bridal shower. This involved driving 7 hours with two children. I’m certain that I complained the most. Somehow six people survived in my parents two bedroom condo without central air. I was slightly convinced that their window units were trying to melt us, but we lived to tell another tale.
My favorite conversation was when we drove off the highway and the H asked what that sound was.
I listened, smiled, and said, “That’s the sound of summer — cicadas”
Things I learned while I was there:
- Chicago moms are way thinner than Minnesota moms.
- Always keep tampons on hand.
- Never forget your camera.
- I miss my friends terribly, completely, and am always depressed when I come back to Minnesota.