living out of the car

On Tuesday we rolled into Mom and Dad's house (our pitstop for our "business"/family trip) at about 9:30 pm. Hudson was busy playing with Grandma and Grandpa until way too late, about 11:00. The next morning started out way too early. By 7:30 am, we were headed to Jerome. Brent had to inspect our new chopper and meet with the salesman. During these 4 hours I let Hudson do the guy thing by tagging along with Dad and play with his bulldozer in the dirt while Dalanie and I had a photo shoot in the car.
We ate lunch in a restaurant, but then it was back in the car. We visited many truck lots and sat in the car while Brent talked with even more salemen while I tried to entertain a very tired 2 1/2 yr old. But alas at 5:30 p.m., he finally found the semi he was looking for in . . . Burley. By then I was a little (understatement) irritated and wondered why I spent the entire day in the car instead of in the comforts of my parents home? After another quick and random pit stop at Mom and Dad's we were back in the car headed for home. Our house was a very welcome sight!
All in all, I consider the spilt milk (it makes our car smell awful --like dirty diapers) very inconsequential considering that our car was home for a day. In all fairness to Brent, I think he needed a second opinion and some support for all the big decisions he had to make that day, so he requested my company.