The nightmare visit

My husband is from a small town about 40 minutes from our house. We normally try to visit his parents on his days off but since RD is now in school those days, it will be a little more difficult. This past week we decided to try going when he got off work.

He left work about an hour and a half early so we could make good time. I had the girls ready to go when he walked in, he changed clothes, and we were off. There's quite a few little towns in between our hometown and his childhood home, which means several ways to get to our destination. My hubby has been wanting to show me this little "health food" store that sits in one of these towns, so we took the scenic path instead of the highway. Mistake number 1.

All the roads through these town are two lane, which means slower speed limits and windier roads. That translates into more time in the car and more belly flops for car sick kids. Did I forget to mention the girls get car sick? Mistake number 2.

About 3 miles, I'm guessing here, from our destination, we see a sign that says, "Road closed ahead, bridge out." Are you kidding me?? How in the bleep did we forget this?!?! We knew this road was closed since the last time we came down we were going to take the scenic route home. Mistake number 3.

Instead of turning around and back tracking a couple miles on the two lane, Darling Hubby decides taking the gravel will be an adventure. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that gravel roads mean even slower speeds and even more jostling, right? Mistake number 4.

Of course, I'm fine with taking gravel until I realize Darling Hubby has no clue where these gravel roads lead or where we are going to come out. What?? Are you kidding me?! You grew up on these roads!! His response? "Right, that was years ago, everything is different." Mistake number 5.

On our third fourth fifth right or left hand turn, HC started spewing. CRAP! I unbuckle, climb through the car to the very back and try my hardest to comfort her. We brought the handy dandy puke bucket but obviously I didn't get to her in time. We didn't bring any paper towels this time though so I have no way to wipe her mouth or hands. Poor baby. Deep sigh. Mistake number 6.

Now, RD and Gala are starting to gag from the fumes (you know the ones I mean) filling the car. I ask the hubs to crack the window. He rolls them all the way down. Did I say it was a chilly day??

Guess who's not a happy camper any more? ME!
Guess who still thinks we're on an adventure? Darling Hubby!
Guess who just wants to be dry and clean? Poor little HC.
AND guess who just wants to go home? RD and Gala.

All these mistakes don't even come close to this one....................

I. Did. Not. Pack. One. Single. Change. Of. Clothes.

Here we are 40 minutes from home, no fresh clothes, soiled car seat, and a car full of unhappy people.

Hi! Grandpa and Grandma, we're here!!!!

Not an everlasting gobstopper

As most of you know, RD has a huge crush on Sharkboy. You know, from Sharkboy and Lavagirl? The movie? Haven't heard of it? It's really good *sarcastic eye roll*. You should check it out.

Since seeing this movie, RD will have days were she IS Sharkboy. Yesterday, I couldn't even call her by her name. "My name is not RD", she'll say. Yeah, whatever kid. She even has an outfit that she calls her "Sharkboy's". The sad thing is, she's ran them in the ground. The pants are now floods and have a hole in the knee. The jacket's pocket is hanging by a thread. Not to mention her tummy hangs out the bottom of the jacket. Did I say she wore them to her DeDub's yesterday? Deep sigh.

I have my eye on a brand new set for her. It's really cute and dark. It'll fit and be hole free. *swoon* The problem is I don't think she's gonna be ready to hang up the originals. I guess I did the same thing with my Def Leppard tee, but that's another story. 

DeDub: the girls' grandma