Forty-eight hours {18 of those in the car}…
This weekend we made a whirlwind trip to Indiana for a wedding. We knew from the get-go that this would be a fairly long car trip that we estimated would take us about 7 hours. What we didn’t know is that an intense rain storm would hit Lexington, Kentucky, right before we arrived there and would cause 30 wrecks in one hour which, in turn, would close down a 5-mile stretch of very important interstate at rush hour on Friday. After pondering our options for nearly an hour while we sat at a complete standstill at mile marker #111, we decided on a {very rural} alternate route that would at least get us moving again. So, we boldly and bravely plowed our minivan through the median and onto greener pastures. Literally.
Despite the fact that this detour was unplanned and incredibly frustrating, I have to say it was scenic…
She’s still talking about the milk and cookies two days later. The Preschooler was pretty excited, too, about the food and drink options at her fingertips…
So, after an afternoon of fun at the wedding and later at the hotel pool with our cousins, the girls were well fed and well entertained.
Fortunately, our return trip home yesterday went much smoother, and we actually made the trip back in 7 hours as hoped. I’ve now memorized large chunks of Thumbelina {a.k.a. Bumble-ina} and have seen at least 16 different episodes of Curious George, but once again, the DVD player’s value cannot be overestimated on trips of this nature.
One would think that after all that time in the car the girls would have been ready to run around outside or otherwise get out some energy when we got home. But, instead, the Preschooler told me she needed to “check something on Facebook” last night:
It’s hard to keep up with the demands of social media when you’ve been traveling…
