Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Wrong Long Road Home, Part Two

So there we were, driving around, ignoring the GPS which led us astray in the first place, trying to figure out which way to go.

And by that I mean we were both looking at maps.....on our cell phones. Because who has room in their vehicle for a giant atlas when you have to pack things like fruit snacks and Mount@in Dew dried fruit and distilled water?

(My dad, the king of atlases and AAA Trip Tiks, just got a little lightheaded.)

(I know what I'm getting for Christmas.)

It would be fun to tell you that a bearded man with an axe jumped in front of the car and scared the stink out of us but then turned out to be a very kind animal whisperer who offered to pull our car back to the interstate with his bare hands while playing a fiddle.

But that would be a lie.

And you know I don't like to exaggerate.

Really we just wandered our way back to the (wrong) state route we had been on all the while the GPS is


And I may have started to giggle.

And Andy may have said

Please don't blog about this.

Hi babe!

By the time we actually made our way to the interstate we'd managed to add an hour to our trip.

Hooray for the grown-ups!

But at least the view was a little better...

When we finally rolled into the hotel parking lot Andy and I were exhausted, annoyed and slightly jittery. (Someone whose name rhymes with Llama may have taken a few too many Excedrin.)

It was El Paso 2003 all over again.

Only we have three children who had been strapped down like mental patients all day and they wanted to PLAY and EAT and


We did what any responsible parents would do. We ordered chinese, unplugged the hotel phone so Emily could chat with all her peeps without calling Japan and unrolled the hide-a-bed which was screaming to be jumped on.

It's a like a rule. Jumping on hotel beds.


And while the girlies got all their giggles and wiggles out, we calmly laid down on our bed, held hands and stared blankly at the television as the realization that we get to do all over again the next day, and the next day, and the next day started to settle in.

Heaven help us.

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