The drive home! We took a desultory route and I stopped on whims. One of those was a roadside ice cream shop and where we had our favorite diner fare--soft serve and french fries. I figure, if you're going to eat at a diner, why bother trying to locate the one healthy thing on the menu and make yourself and your kids eat it? (It will probably have come from a can or a head of iceberg lettuce anyway!) So we just enjoyed the "good" stuff as the icing on Amelia's birthday trip.
We got home really late, went to bed, and in the morning Alan revealed that the rose bush had exploded with blooms! He and the girls blissfully cut bowls of them--a nice time of reuniting with daddy and a wonderful welcome.
And, two and a half weeks later, we JUST took the camping stuff out of the trunk and the hideous mess of toys out of the back seat, which simply means it is incredibly obvious that we let our kids eat in the car and do not vacuum regularly. Well, as my dad always said, "Don't major on the minors," so I will chuck the temptation to be grossed out with myself and just feel happy that we have a REALLY great string of memories (and the camping stuff is finally in its place!)
4 comments:
sounds like my car...
You would have been proud...and felt right at home...and it might have taken me a while to FIND you in there.
nah I've gotten better lol...:)
Though this may not come as a surprise, I havefound PETRIFIED chicken nuggets and cheeseburgers in my car. The worst ever? The day I got into my car after work one very hot day last fall and asked, "What the hell is that smell?" I drove all the way to Garrison trying to decide if the smell really was inside my car. Jacob climbed into his booster seat and while he was closing the door----the culprit was discovered. A bulging bottle of chocolate milk, that apparently leaked its contents onto the seat. Where was the seat protector? The one an only time that I took it out to thouroughly clean and hung it to dry on the railing. Moral of the story: Never wash the seat protector.
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