What I Wouldn’t Give For An Instant Teleportation Device

August 11, 2009 at 2:27 pm (Uncategorized)

We’re almost there. Tomorrow we leave on what will be the longest leg of our journey, but it will be the one that brings us home. We’ve had such a wonderful time, but I can barely contain myself. My own bed is calling, and I can’t wait to get the children back into the completely dark room that keeps them sleeping beyond 6 am.

The trip home tomorrow should be interesting. I’m knee deep in a fantastic book, which likely means that I will ignore the pleadings of my children for something to drink, and when are we going to get there, until they are so loudly high-pitched that dogs 10 miles away are cringing.

We’ll probably be leaving at around 4 am, which means I get to drive the first shift. I love that time. The car is (usually) quiet, and then I can turn on NPR at 5. I should get an hour or two of Morning Edition in before my husband wakes up and starts muttering about bias in the media and the kids come out of their early-morning stupor and start demanding, not requesting, liquids. I’m really tempted to put tin foil up over the kids’ windows to keep them quiet a little longer. And what is it about road trips that encourages my children to drink as much as possible? I don’t serve salty snacks. Really, I’m just trying to avoid stopping at every nasty gas station between New Jersey and Atlanta. You’d think they were camels and this is their only opportunity to drink for the next 30 days.

We’ll stop for breakfast, and people will stare at me a little funny because Good Lord, it’s 9 am and those children are out in public, but still not out of their jammies. What kind of mother am I? And then I’ll be able to relinquish the driver’s seat which means I’ll finally be able to get back to the book that I haven’t been able to put down for the last 2 days.

The rest of the day will be spent fending off requests for drinks, begging the girls to keep their feet to themselves, passing out gummy bears to stave off grumpy attitudes, and trying furtively to sneak looks at my book while my husband looks at me out of the corner of his eye, wishing I would put it down and keep him company. And yes, the book really is that good. There will also be a very healthy smattering of Ladybug singing I like to move it, move it. Because we were smart enough (?) to rent Madagascar 2 for the trip from VA to CT.

With luck we should be home by bedtime. Just in time to attempt to convince the girls that it is indeed time to go to bed. Any bets on how likely that scenario looks?


1 Comment

  1. Anonymous said,

    It was great to see you all in Cape May and have a safe trip home! Luv,DAD

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