Worst Part of the Day - Mostly had to do with Mr. IMP. Halfway through church he throws a fit, so I take him out and end up (literally) chasing him for the next 25 minutes wishing all the while that I was in pants and tennis shoes (not a dress and strappy sandals - ouch.) We head to the beach for a last one hour hurrah and he runs all over (which is fine) but then poops badly and becomes hazmat and then starts a 15 minute crying jag. We leave the beach and realize that we need a way back into the Hilton Head house so while Erik runs to get the keys, I am left carting two unwilling (and one stinky as hell) kiddos to the car ... I could see the car. I knew I'd get there eventually, but it was the LONGEST walk (with me carrying both a majority of the way). We lose IMP's softie and after 20 minutes it is found and he (hilariously) spent the next ten minutes kissing it (about making out with it). And we were on the road by 2 p.m. WHEW.
Best Part of the Day - So good to be home and to sleep in my own (comfy) bed. Got lots of laundry done, cleaned out the car and hit the hay.
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