Late Night Parts Run

It becomes quite necessary and urgent at times to go to Jerome (3.5 hours away) during harvest. It's the parts place so we can keep the choppers running. After packaging up the last of the lasagna and bread stick dinners to take to the crew, I heard the door open, and in walked Brent. That's never good news.
Immediately we aborted the dinner mission and began making hasty preparations for a parts run. Brother rounded up things for his overnight bag while I finished washing up the dishes. Before long the kids and I were out the door and on the road. At times like these I send up a little prayer of thanks for such cooperative/understanding kids. They realize I count on their help, especially during the crazy harvest, and do their parts. Before long, both kids were asleep and I was getting a bit tired myself. Well, Baby #3 kicked into action and jabbed something in my ribs for the remainder of the trip. No dozing off for me.
If I didn't know better, I'd think that Brent's marrying me was pure strategy. You see, my parents live in the middle of us and Jerome. They make the perfect pit stop on our parts runs. We crashed at their place and my Dad got up early the next morning to fetch the parts from Jerome so the kids and I didn't have to.
Who knew it took so many people to run parts? I couldn't have done it without them. Thanks.