I haven’t spent the night with Katie and the babies yet. Adam has been there and they’ve been doing brilliantly with taking care of the twins. I’ve been up there a lot, during the day, trying to lend a hand where necessary and making it possible for Katie to nap. She has the built in advantage of being able to sleep anywhere, anytime and of falling asleep instantly. It’s practically a super power and as the new mom of twins, indispensable. When Adam returns to work, I will stay to help at night. Even on their new, longer schedules, trying to feed and entertain two newborns all night, every night, is a daunting task.
So I’ve been driving a lot.
Naturally, last Saturday night, the van began to rattle in an alarming way. It sounds like the front left wheel wants to fly off. This is a bad thing.
I really don’t want to break down on the highway in the middle of the night when the temps are below zero. I’ve broken down close to home, on a busy street in the middle of rush hour in summer and that was a bore (despite the entertainingly unsypmathetic witticisms tossed at me by passing motorists) but at least there was never a chance that I’d freeze to death.
The van is now in the shop. Something about tie rods. I picked Jay up from the garage in the Saab. It immediately began to shudder, sputter and carry on like a European college student asked to identify itself by gender.
Now the Saab is in the shop.
Jay and I are sharing the Kia.
I couldn’t get up to Katie’s house yesterday because I had to pick Jay up from work. I haven’t seen the babies since Saturday night!
The van should be done this afternoon. I hope the babies are as excited to see me again as I am to see them.