Monday morning we were faced with an impromptu road trip. I was tempted to skip Advent, but then I remembered that I had nothing for breakfast *AND* my friend had given me her squirty pancake leftovers the day before. It was two and two together and all that. I really had no choice.
I was rushing around the house packing, the little girls were digging their swimsuits out of their suitcases as fast as I could pack them, and everyone else was rolling in pancake syrup and inhaling aerated whipped cream.
Daddy Boy was gone renewing his driver’s license (really?) and renting a car, so when his father showed up I said, “Hey you!” and threw him a spatula. I think he was kinda shocked that it was 9:00 and I wasn’t ready to go yet.
Really, don’t be so funny.
We rolled out Monday at 10:30 A.M., made it home Tuesday around 11:00 P.M., clocking 6 hours each way. I woke up this morning, fed the children Fig Newtons and peanut butter, ran to the midwives/library/Winco, and I am now sitting at the table next to Sunday’s sticky punch bowl, staring at the explosion in the middle of the living room floor.
I haven’t come to any real conclusions on the matter yet. But that might be because I haven’t actually started thinking about it. 🙂