no rest for the weary

Traveling with a baby is pretty much like packing up and moving.  Every time the girls come to visit there's the super cool diaper bag/backpack plus Lauren's bag plus laundry plus the rock'n'play plus the car seat.  They never stay more than one night due to her work schedule so it's a lot of transporting for a brief visit which we all enjoy.  

Reaves was feeling feisty this morning so we propped her up in the walker with a pillow and she played for quite awhile with her tippy toes touching the floor while we watched Bob's Burgers.  It's so stupid it's funny.  Delores came by bearing gifts and right on her heels were Gigi and Hunter Bear ready for the transport back to their real life.  To say that I'm grateful for the village that makes all this happen is an understatement.

Ima' gonna' try my best not to whine about the pain anymore because it doesn't become me and also it doesn't help a damn thing.  Neither does bitching about Trump.  It's all wasted energy.  I see the fatigue in my daughter's eyes as she she learns to be a mom 24/7 and work full time for minimum wage.  They obviously know and adore each other.  

Rain is on the way which means Reelfoot will wake up.  Praise be ^j^