Yesterday marks what would have been the halfway point in Steve's Peru trip, and so far the car was in the shop for a week (costing more than I make in a month to repair), the washing machine smells like burning plastic, my other ankle is swollen and purple, and Freya has had more accidents this week than in the past two months combined (which since I can't do laundry is extra super fun).
I got word yesterday that there has been some sort of incident on the Peru trip and a few of the kids are being sent home early. So without having made it to Machu Picchu, Steve will be accompanying them home ahead of schedule.
I have mixed feelings about this. I was so looking forward to the beautiful digital pictures, but... Steve will be home. My dirty clothes feel cleaner already.
3 comments:
I dream of Machu Picchu. I have a calendar of Machu Picchu hanging in my kitchen. I'm sorry that he's going to miss out on that, but I'm sure that you will be so happy to have him home.
No wonder you're relieved to see him coming home early! We just got a new machine -- finally -- after our old one kept "attacking" the dryer.
your dirty clothes feel cleaner already... i do love that line!
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