We made it back, despite making an unplanned all-night drive back from Grammy’s, which is 500+ miles, for those of you keeping score at home. We left at 3B’s bedtime, got him to sleep in his car seat, in hopes of getting halfway home the first night and only having five hours to drive on Sunday, allowing us to arrive feeling somewhat human. Instead, we ended up arriving at home at 5:30 a.m. Sunday morning, feeling like we’d been run over by 1,000 tractor trailers. Had I known it was going to turn out like this, perhaps I would have packed differently.
Of course, 3B and Barky slept the whole way down, with the exception of an unscheduled playtime stop at a truck stop, because really, what better playground is there for a toddler than a truck stop at 1:30 a.m.? So, two hours after we arrived, they were up and ready for a fun-filled day, and I was reminded why 39-year olds don’t pull all nighters. I also learned that I have my first bona fide old person condition as a result of skipping along the GW Parkway at 18 miles an hour on my hip. When I sit in one position for too long, my hip gets stiff, as in, “Oh, I can’t make that drive myself. It’s my hip you know. You kids will have to drive me.” As soon as I start saying things like, “Feels like rain, my hip’s acting up again.” take me out back in the tall grass and shoot me.
I don’t want this to become a hotel gripe blog, so I won’t go into details beyond noting that if you’re thinking of staying in a Red Roof Inn, and they promise you a crib, don’t count on them actually having a crib in the building when you arrive. Also, don’t count on another room being available within 100+ miles with a crib in a hotel that allows dogs. And bikes. Yeah, we might as well pack a circus tent with us when we travel. We’re a regular three-ring freakin’ circus.
But really, the trip was wonderful and relaxing and filling for me, since I didn’t have to work the whole time. I’m not sure Mama can say the same. I did manage to get registered with NYC to be a marriage officiant, eat a mess of pie, a stack or two of cookies, and some fresh apples off the tree. I’m sure that I’ll have more to report about all the nothing that I did as soon as I figure out what day it is.