So when the going gets really tough, I throw my boys in the van and we drive.
Where? Usually I have no idea until we are somewhere around Portland, and I'm a couple sips into my soy Latte.

It's a great tactic really, they are safe, you can zone out and listen to the radio, and if you are real lucky maybe they will doze off for a few minutes. So I say when in doubt, and there is too much laundry and the playroom is leaking water from the roof (for instance) grab a good cup o' joe and avoid reality: take to the highway baby.

Today we went up to Bath. What a great little city. The city of ships. I have wanted to move there for quite some time, but it may just be another one of my "fix it" fantasies.

On another note, but the same tune, how important is your family when you are trying to raise your children? I think it is pretty darn important. Cause I am without, and I feel it. We have three sets of wonderful parents between us. One set is up in Bangor, the other in Alfred, and the third in the Netherlands. None are in our daily lives, or even every other day lives, heck I'll take once a week!

Maybe some of you can do it all on your own perfectly, (although I highly doubt it) But I for one need all the help I can get. I'm just trying to get through it day by day and some days are better than others.

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