Sunday, December 27, 2009

Headed Home.

Well, we had a terrific week in Colorado and are now wrapping up our trip with a lovely 16 hour car ride.

We're on the tail end of that venture right now and I'm thinking of all the things I'd rather do with 16 hours.

At this point, lots of things are coming to mind.

Like having my eyebrows waxed.

It would involve less bickering between my children because, come on, who likes a unibrow, and a lot less front seat quarterbacking. The small (and big) people in the back have constantly asked for drinks from the cooler next to me all day.

As the hours have worn on, however, they've gotten less and less confident with my ability to throw it successfully to the intended reciever.

Speaking of intended recievers, way to go Miles Austin and the 'boys!!

We listened to the whole game in the car. But, I digress.

While we're talking about drinks and road trips there are two schools of thought when it comes to that combo.

1. We're clearly on a mission to get there/home as quickly as possible, thereby beating our time from last year as well as the times of all the people we talked with who also made the same trip. Potty breaks are for suckas and dehydration can be corrected upon arrival. With an I.V. drip if necessary.

2. Time in he car is precious family time that should be savored. We stop at each state line billboard to take a family picture and potty breaks at random gas stations all across the U.S. are just part of the fun.

Trey happens to fall right in the middle, leaning a good bit toward #1. We can have all the drinks we want but don't dare say you need to use the restroom 30 minutes after a stop - That's just innefficiency and you're gonna be holding it a while.

Our favorite story is about a friend who would make road trips with her family and it never failed; just when her four very small children had fallen asleep, she'd have to go to the restroom.

Friends, desperate times call for desperate measures, and once, that woman, the epitome of feminity and good taste, put on a baby diaper and tee teed right in it while her husband drove along doin' 80. Her sacrifice thereby allowed her children to sleep and the trip to continue it's forward progress.

And the Mother of the Year award goes to...

Trey has never looked at her the same. Now, there's a little twinkle of awe and respect in his eye. And maybe a slight temptation to purchase a big pack of Huggies before our next trip.

I'm kidding.

Right, Trey?

How does your family fare in road trips. If you've got a good story, let me know. I'll be in the car another four hours or so.

8 comments:

dkt said...

I'm new to your blog and I love it!

We have 7 kids, ages 8 and under...we totally do the bucket-with-a-snap-on-lid thing. And our kids do suffer from a fair amount of dehydration. They are allowed one juice box 30 minutes before stopping and we have been known to only have 2 gas stops on a 18 hour car drive (between Salem, OR and SanDiego, CA).

Blessings on your work... :-)
dianna

Becca said...

I would like to share a story with you, but my brain doesn't function well when Jayci wakes up at 6:30.

Glad you guys had a good trip - we love you all!!

oh and GO DAWGS :-)

happygeek said...

I have a husband who is firmly camped in the first group. When traveling alone he has been known to use a water bottle for a purpose other than it's original intention.

Than he married a woman with a bladder disorder.

Poor boy has had to learn to ADJUST.

Andrea said...

I have three small boys, only one toilet trained, and like happygeek's husband, never leave home without an empty water bottle in my car door. My son thinks it's a special treat and a riot when I let him go in the water bottle.

I laughed so hard at the story about the diapered friend...4 very young children...hm, really, a "friend"?

Grateful for Grace said...

Oh, hilarious! I tried to do that once after waiting waaaaay too long. I was begging for dh to pull over and he couldn't (traffic and such) and then the kids fell asleep. I grabbed a Huggie and... well.. tried. I couldn't do it. Guess it's the Southern gal in me. I wanted to. My bladder begged me to. My brain simply refused. We found a break in the traffic ten minutes later and I escaped to a run down gas station. Amen.

coneymama said...

I totally feel your pain regarding the whole drink request from the cooler next to you...on a trip to Arizona several years back I made most of the trip turned around with my behind in the passengers window as I broke up fights, wiped up spilled drinks and for the umpteenth time restarted the DVD player...Got quite a bit of attention from the 18-wheelers that trip.


Now about this diaper thing...I think we're onto something.

Heather said...

I just took a 13 1/2 hour road trip across Senegal with nary a potty break!! Somehow, the thought of taking care of business in the African "countryside", curtailed my desire to drink. :)

Tara said...

every summer, my family would drive 10-12 hours to florida. i remember the one year i made the mistake of telling my dad i had to go to the bathroom a mere 30 minutes after our 1 of 2 multifuctional stops. he, being a hardcore member of the #1 camp, made me hold it for about 2 hours. i think i was 7. thankfully, i have a champion of a bladder, but i never made that mistake again and have converted to the #1 side myself. i have seriously considered trying to drive and pee in a cup before which makes the diaper thing seem genius.