No sleep ’til…uh…Scranton?

3B and Mama picking apples

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.

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  • Dogs is really the tricky part. I love dogs but I’d find it really hard to travel with them. Bravo to those of you who can!

  • Thanks for your support. Of course, it turns out that we can’t actually travel with Barky, since we couldn’t find a room at any inn that would take him. However, this wasn’t nearly as bad on him as the time we almost parboiled his brain flying him back from LA to DC. Hey, after a day or so, he was walking straight again.

  • Kimpton Hotels take dogs. And they are boutique quality as well.

    Then again, the rooms might not accommodate two adults, a kid, a dog and two bikes.

    And could that picture of 3B look any freaking cuter? I love that kid.

  • He loves you right back, Steve. And yeah, next time we travel, we’ll be making reservations elsewhere, plus traveling with a list of backup hotels, so we’ll add them to the list.

  • Hey, while you were in Scranton, did you at least swing by Dunder Mifflin?

    And speaking of Barky, is he starting to get all excited about being a poster boy for all of next month?

  • Mr. J: Yeah, once we realized we were attempting to find rooms so close to the DM office, we wondered why we didn’t encounter more incompetence.

    And yes, Barky is all atwitter. He’s trying to rest up for all of the excitement by sleeping 19 hours a day.

  • No room at the inn for Barky? Will the messiah be four-legged and furry this Chrismakwanzukkah?

  • Dogs and kids redefine spontaneous when you travel.

    Your hip can’t be that bad. Perhaps you need to give it more time to heal after the slide and the long ride before you sit still so long. There is no way you could be old enough for those excuses unless you are older than I am.

  • Henitsirk: Oh, I hope not. We’ve got enough trouble with all the messiahs we’ve already had.

    CAGirl: The older I get, the faster I think that I catch up to you, so it can’t be long before I overtake you. It helps me feel older every time I do stupid things to my body–with love, yer little brother.

  • Oh cousin of mine, between your hip and my knees we’ll be able to start our own weather channel!

  • Elizabeth: Although we’ll have to deliver all the forecasts sitting down. But not for too long or we’ll stiffen up and never be able to stand again. Gah. And c’mon, you’re not nearly as old as I am. No way.