Our trip home was not the best. I always time the trips so Emma will sleep a good chunk of it, and today's drive started off perfectly. She was out, I had a new CD to listen to, and some cut-up fruit to munch on while I drove. About twenty miles in, my car started doing this weird bumpy wobbling thing. I remembered this story about Steve and his brother taking a trip together during which his brother's car spun a bearing, causing one of the wheels to collapse, and sending them careening off the highway. I was certain this was about to happen to us, and I had visions of Emma and myself slamming into a semi. Stopping somewhere would probably have been a waste of time, so I called Steve to warn him that he might never see us again, then we forged ahead. A little while later, we hit the worst thunderstorm in which I have ever driven. Everyone was creeping along at about 5 mph on the highway. I couldn't see a thing out the window, which was exacerbated by the fact that my windows were fogged up and my defroster didn't seem to be working. If I rolled down the windows, I knew the windshield would clear somewhat, but I also knew that water would come pouring in and wake the baby. I never thought I'd purposely wake her on a long drive, but when faced with that or blindly driving into imminent danger, I chose to open the windows. Of course she woke up, and of course one second later the rain stopped and it was the most beautiful sunny day you ever saw. Argh! Towards the end of the trip when I thought she was going to go crazy from being strapped in her seat and I was going to go crazy from all the whining, we stopped at the Gap Outlet. It's amazing how some new clothes can make any situation look better!
On a better note, I found out that my grandparents have one of those compost tumblers I want, AND - they want to give it to me! Woo-hoo! I have to get my mom and dad to visit me soon so they can bring it up with them.