I was lying in bed sleeping when I felt something stir beside me. Even in my hazy, practically asleep state I realized that something was off. Whatever was moving around was too small to be Grumpy. Hmm… the cat then? Nope too big to be the cat.
Holy smokes. I was sitting on the edge of my seat there.
I was so sure some critter had crawled into bed with you!
I glanced at the clock 7:45am. Later than expected.
Ah yes. And in about 10 years, she'll get up around noon and you'll say "Earlier than expected."
she actually does something called PEP (positive expiratory pressure) now. Chest percussion is what we did when she was too young to do PEP. This really just involves breathing into a device over and over again. And she hates it.
Googled it. Do you do it for the full half hour?
I can see why she'd hate it...
I'd hate it!
We grabbed our bags, checked out of the hotel and made our way down to the parking lot where were where greeted by this lovely site:
Ya know, that's not as bad as I'd pictured it.
At least there's no body work dragging on the ground or rubbing against the wheel.
Not great, but I see now why you were able to keep driving.
He turned the key… the car started with a pleasant whir. Not a single cough or sputter. Inside the car there was one orange light shining on the dashboard: the washer fluid indicator.
Phew!
That’s right. The whole reason we pushed to get to Kentucky and this particular exit was for iHOP.
I've yet to go to one. Maybe I'll have to try one next time I drive down.
Me: “We aren’t really going camping. We’re going somewhere really fun instead but it’s a surprise.”
PrincessK: “Why did you lie to me?”
Yeah Mom. Why did you lie to her?
And back to colouring she went. Then about a minute later:
“How will BGirl know how to find us?”
I love that about kids. Go back to what they're doing... and then the pragmatic side will show up.
But Mom & Dad will have an answer and everything will be all right.
Still, I can't believe she didn't ask where you were going.
It is at this point that I should tell you that I did not partake in much food porn (read basically none).
Uh, huh. See next comment.
No food porn. Sure. Yep.
I know people really enjoy seeing other people’s meals but I just can’t bring myself to take pictures of everything we eat before we eat it. I don’t know… I guess I just feel weird about it.
I read an article the other day about food porn being banned in Germany.
Apparently "taking photos of a chef’s food is a potential copyright violation".
In any case, I can tell you that I got the Sirloin Tips & Eggs and Grumpy got the T-Bone Steak & Eggs and we both thoroughly enjoyed our meals.
Steak and eggs. Something I've eaten only once or twice.
Not too long after setting out Grumpy piped up with “Well I guess it would have been cheaper to fly”.
I guess so!
In the end we both agreed that flying would be ideal but if we had to drive we would not drive after dusk… which was all well and good but we both knew that we had a straight through drive waiting for us at the end of the trip.
So when we make road trips Grumpy does most of the driving.
Same with us. Ruby does little or (more likely) no driving.
Not because she can't or won't. I just prefer to drive and she prefers to not.
PrincessK and I were in the washroom when she looked at me quite concerned and said “Did you lie about there being a bathroom there? Because if you lied about that I will be very angry”.
OMG!
Great mothering. Now I’ve basically told a 3 year old it’s okay to lie if you call it a fib.
Bad Mom! Bad!
“Do you understand the difference between a lie and a fib?”
She shakes her head no.
“Well a lie is when you don’t tell the truth to get out of trouble. A fib is when you don’t tell the truth right away because you want to surprise someone.”
There. Much better.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
We exited, turned left, and were just about to make a decision between Applebee’s and Cracker Barrel when Grumpy got a big grin on his face, pointed out the window and said “can we go there”?
How could I deny the man? His smile looked so cute!
Just a big puppy dog, huh?
“You think they have big steaks here? I mean it is the U.S. They must”
The man was already drooling.
This is just killing me!
He shoved the menu in my face… because obviously I couldn’t use my own.
OMG. We do that, don't we?
I can’t imagine why. I mean doesn’t everyone eat 20oz of meat in one sitting
Oh, just a pound and a quarter of meat.
Sure.
Maybe 20 years ago... but now? Not so much.
The server came back out to take our order.
“Yall from the north?”
“Yep. London Ontario Canada”
“I knew it… I could hear it in ya accent”
Yep. I totally get that.
When our dinner came Grumpy looked like a kid in a candy store.
That picture is hilarious!
Uh... what? Thank goodness for friends with Google.
Despite our earlier conversation Grumpy decided that he wanted to at least make Florida so we continued on… in the dark.
About 20 minutes from our destination it began to pour. I don’t mean a little. I mean the kind that leaves a sheet of water on your windshield and makes it nearly impossible to see anything. Grumpy pulled into the right most line, slowed down, and put his 4 ways on… and kept driving. He said he didn’t want to stop because he was afraid someone would end up driving right into us if we didn’t keep moving.
Wow. Absolutely no fun. Can't drive, 'cause you'll crash. Can't stop, 'cause you'll get crashed
into.
I sat up straight and leaned all the way forward so I could kind of see out the window in the 0.27 seconds between swipes of the wiper blade. For the next 10 minutes I focussed all my attention on looking out for any truck tires that might be in our path while Grumpy focussed on not crashing.
You guys probably needed either a massage to relieve neck tension after that, or a drink. Possibly both.
As we stepped out of the elevator to head to the room, the power flickered. I don’t know if the flicker would have caused the elevator to stop but I was really glad I didn’t need to find out.
The end to a perfect day....
Tomorrow the long drive would finally be over.
And a sigh of relief is heard round the world.