And now that you are all channeling your inner Maria, let’s do -re-mi to a place that’s fa, a long long way to run last Friday, where we all left off with me trying to get things organized to leave on our trip.
I did get organized, and here’s what it looked like.
It’s not what it looked like today.
Today I rolled into my mom’s driveway with nothing left but a half a bag of Pep-O-Mints and the three Jalapeno Cheez-It pouches from the multi-pack that no one would touch.
We had a great trip over to Tennessee on Thursday and I was delighted to see that some of the leaves were starting to turn color already in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Travis wanted to be sure that his friends could see the sights as well…
We didn’t see anything too scary on our ride other than the ginormous caterpillar at the rest stop (that we left for someone else to terrorize to adopt), the car that was held together by duct tape (and I feel I have failed you because I couldn’t get a picture of it fast enough), and the sign for the cafe that served grits AND chinese food on the buffet.
I’m glad he wasn’t with me, because Mr. CPQ would have totally stopped for that.
We arrived at my sister-in-law’s house in plenty of time for the boys to systematically destroy the entire house play with their cousins before bedtime. Travis slept with me in the guest room and I was once again reminded why co-sleeping just was not an option for our family. That boy bounced all over that bed like a detergent cup caught in the spin cycle.
I think at one point I literally had to pull his big toe out of my eye socket.
And to add insult to injury, he woke up extra early.
Like 2:23 a.m. extra early.
We sang, we told stories, we counted sheep….FINALLY he went back to sleep at 4 and woke up again at 5:00. It wasn’t like I needed my beauty sleep or anything. I mean, after all, Friday was only going to be one of the biggest MIRL bloggy days in all of history when I would get to meet up with no less than FIVE of the people who live in the comments section.
I’m only telling you this story so that you will appreciate how truly TRAGIC I look in every last picture that you’re going to see of my MIRL events. But there’s just no way to hide no sleep.
It also didn’t help that I forgot to pack my lipstick.
And my hairbrush.
But at least I packed my children.
Dear Sus, is this post ever going to end?
Friday morning I had my first meetup with Stephanie. I knew we were going to get along famously when I called her the night before to discuss where we would meet. Since she and I would both have our kids (six between the two of us), we decided that McDonald’s would be a good place to get together. I had suggested one that was near to where I was staying and she said “We can do that, but there’s no play place at that one and within thirty minutes, we’ll have to leave before we get kicked out.”
My kind of girl.
Knows her limits.
We met at a Mickey’s that had a mackdaddy play area and my boys were so thrilled that I let them play because I’m usually hissing in their ear “Don’t mow over the little kids!” but in this instance, it was early enough that there were no children to mow over except Stephanie’s, and they were tough cookies and held their own.
Did you notice the death grip I had on the littlest one?
I thought I might could make a run for it with her.
They were just dolls.
Thanks, Steph, for getting out so early in the morning to meet up with me. It was such a treat to get to know you.
I have more to tell you about the rest of my day on Friday, but I think I’m going to leave you hanging until tomorrow.
Because I’m slap wore out after driving for three days. Because one can only handle so much bad hair in one post.
Have a nice day.