Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Real Deal

What a road trip in our family is REALLY like.

  • 8:00 am - wake up. Think about packing, knowing we need to be on the road in 2 hours. Not woried...we'll have a washing machine where we are, so how much stuff do we need?
  • 8:30 am - middle son arrives home from sleeping at a friends where they did everything but sleep.
  • 8:35 am - send middle son to pack. He sits on his bed and falls asleep.
  • 8:45 am - finish coffee. start packing.
  • 9:00 am - oldest son comes home from his dorm, dumps stuff and falls asleep on couch.
  • 9:15 am - shove things in suitcases, pile stuff on kitchen table, unload dishwasher.
  • 10:00 am - that guy that I like so much starts packing the gas guzzling SUV with everything from boogie boards, skateboards, trumpets (4 of them) and various other strange things like an arsenal of nerf guns.
  • 10:30 am - that guy that I like so much ceases speaking and starts throwing things back into the house...among them: one trumpet, boogie boards and all board games.
  • 11:00 am - time we had hoped to be on the road even though we had told my in-laws we would be on the road by 10. Son #2 is still sleeping, son #1 is still sleeping, and son #3 is bouncing off the walls and adding things to the pile of things to come with us. I hop in the shower.
  • 11:45 am - in the car.
  • 11:50 am - car is making a strange rocking noise. Discover it is child #3 in the 3rd row, rocking back and forth just because.
  • 11:51 am - the four people in the front two rows all turn around and yell at the overly excited to see his cousins 12 year old, telling him to SIT STILL.
  • 11:52 am - middle row boys are already sound asleep.
  • 11:53 am - sniffles heard from the 3rd row.
  • 11:54 am - calmly calm down the child in the 3rd row.
  • 12:30 pm - hunger. Try to stop at a Five Guys for burgers but discover I cannot figure out my own GPS. That guy that I like so much still isn't speaking much except to say 'find. me. food. now.'
  • 12:40 pm - settle on In n Out and have the worst experience ever. An onion on my cheeseburger with spread only? Really? Uncrispy fries? really? Non-bubbly diet coke? REALLY?
  • 1:15 pm - rain. traffic. rain. traffic. rain. traffic.
  • 2:30 pm - stop for gas in a gas-less (minus the boys in my car) town. Comment that I would use the GPS to find gas. Get no response.
  • 2:45 pm - find gas. Whew. Get lost trying to get back on the freeway. Comment that I would trust the GPS. Get no response. Drive for 10 miles and comment AGAIN that I would trust the GPS. Still no comment.
  • 2:55 pm - find freeway.
  • 3:20 pm - drive by miles and miles of vineyards. That guy that I like so much smiles. Progress. =0)
  • 4:45 pm - pull up to the house. Unload.
  • 4:46 pm - boys sit down to food Grandma has ready for them. One (not quite sure who) comments that I could learn a little something from her.
  • 5:00 pm - cocktails. All is well.


1 comment:

  1. You guys crack me up! Our Thanksgiving has been much less adventurous, with the exception of a last minute change of location since my mom's oven decided to die the night before Thanksgiving. This morning I joined the crowds at the gym for a pre-feast workout, went with Liz to see Deathly Hallows at the IMAX (so much better than the first time on a regular screen!), and then went to my sister's for Thanksgiving dinner. Now we're at home cuddled up with our laptops and watching youtube clips of old Friends Thanksgiving episodes...the ones where Joey has a turkey on his head.


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