Empowered

So I was blogging about my erm, new glasses, and then I went, shoot, the car’s at home (the Jason’s outstationing)! Let’s not get cooped up! Shall we?! Yessss, LET'S! But mom says no! It’s dangerous! I mean, a 5-year-old-trapped-in-an-adult-body adult against two babies in a moving car on a super highway? Seriously?! BUT C’MON!!! You only live once! I’m sorry mom :( 

So I packed the Frap and Oli (who is sick! Poor baby!) into the car, blast the radio, and off we went on a trial drive (trial because this is a first. Duh). And we drove up to McD’s and got ourselves chocolate sundae and a fix of black liquid. And then! And then nothing. We headed home. Haha! 

You know the thing where women say about giving birth makes them feel so empowered? Well I feel nothing of that kind during both deliveries. But this! THIS makes me feel alive! Feels happy! Feels like an adult! No, wait. Feels like a mama. A real mama! 

Oh, and the iced, cold black liquid is oh so yum! Ahhh. 

So. 

Daddy says he won’t be home until Saturday? Hehehe.