I mentioned in my Monday Mumblings that I took a mini road trip over the weekend.
I took Claire and Cole with me.
May I just say that I can not imagine how I ever traveled without a DVD player in my car.
This road trip was horrid and I had one.
The trip to my parents house on Saturday was not too bad.
One pee pee stop.
We had a wonderful visit with the grandparents.
The trip to Greensboro on Sunday can be summed up in one word: LOST!
Trying to get from my parents house to I40....lost.
Trying to get from I40 to High Point...lost.
Trying to find the church in High Point...lost.
The Law of Wendi clearly states that if one wrong turn is made on a trip...50 more are sure to follow.
And they did.
If you happened to be in High Point on Sunday morning and saw a crazy woman banging her fists on the steering wheel while yelling profanities...that would be me.
Well, the profanities were mostly in my head.
My kids were the ones hanging there heads out the back window screaming,
" I am going to throw up Mom! I really am. I feel sooooooo sick. Pull over pulezzz!"
So I did.
We made a pit stop at McDonald's and everyone got a drink to settle their stomach.
No. Cole was not going to wear his Superman shirt to church. I planned to change him.I got one to calm my nerves.
I am not sure it helped any of us.
I was upset that I had driven all that way to see Caroline blessed and missed the entire thing.
I did the only thing that I could do and headed back to Greensboro where I knew the big dinner would be later.
I missed the blessing, but I am not one to miss meals.
We had a wonderful visit with family and friends and I got to hold little Caroline.
I am hopeful that everyone has forgiven me and my absence at the church.
The 3.5 hour ride home could only be described in two words: Pee Pee.
Every 30 minutes Cole was kicking the back of my seat and screaming at the top of his lungs because he could not hold it any longer.
And he couldn't.
The first few stops were at familiar restaurants and gas stations.
Before the trip was over I was pulling off exits and opening the back door.
I think my exact words were, " Stand on the running board, aim for the grass, and don't get any on my door."
At last count we stopped on the side of the road five times.
I knew Cole had a few snacks in the back, but I made sure there were no drinks.
I was the only one with a water bottle.
When we finally made it home and I opened the back door, a Gatorade bottle fell out.
It was empty.
Apparently Cole had been drinking it the entire trip.
I handed the kids off to Chad and went straight to bed.
On my list of things to do this week: Install a port-a- potty and a GPS in my Yukon XL.