You know you're already on vacation when the potted plant you were taking home (to make it happier) takes a ride on the roof of your car. Yep, I should have stayed in work mode a little longer. As I was leaving, a very nice man pointed excitedly at me, and I thought, "I must be in his lane a bit." So my succulent ended up crashing onto my hood, decidedly less happy than it was in my cube.
I jumped out and got it, and it's now on the back porch in partial sun, since it's not used to this heat. Good luck, little plant, and don't worry- I'm now several states away.
I'm not sure why my husband then insisted on driving the whole way to South Carolina last night.
Anyway, the youngest slept the first leg, and the oldest was stoked, because he apparently thought that six hours was more like two.
At Crossville, we were tired, the kids were going wild, but the simple rest stop was full of nice people who thought my boys were adorable. (My oldest thinks those are the best kind of people.) And my youngest, after throwing himself on the ground during a tantrum, found a great patch of dust. I was excited about that, too.
Beach practice, I guess. I'm never traveling without baby wipes again. They can be used to detail the kids and the car.
I'm so glad we went through the mountains during the day. The tunnels brought everyone's spirits back up. However, at this point, the oldest began the classic, "Are we there yet?" I pointed out that even epic journeys have downtime. I then described my favorite Pokémon episode, in which Ash sits in the Pokémon center and eats soup in a bread bowl.
Endless blessings to the creators of "Blues Clues" and "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse." They give me strength today. And now, to go figure out the hotel shower faucet.