472 Mile Car Trip

No, I’m not entirely packed. It’s past 11:00pm the night before we leave and crap is everywhere. The bottoms of my six year old’s special spiderman pajamas are still at large. Actually, I’m not sure that ANY pajamas have been located. (*Scribbling this fact down on the list next to me.*) I think we are going to have to bring the training potty (thanks to my 3yo being a little particular about exactly where he goes… ew to that). We can’t forget to bring the antibiotics my 6yo started today thanks to the 100 degree fever he sprouted this morning. Coloring books, DVDs, snacks, juice boxes (if they’re organic and contain 25% sugar, maybe the sugar freak outs will be 25% less freaky? My logic must work…), games, stuffed bears and a tooth box. What’s that? It’s the little box my 6yo likes to keep his tooth in for the tooth fairy. Because his front right tooth is hanging on by a very thin thread, it is something to be seen (or not) I tell you. Wow. Will  it make it – still attached – to our destination, I do not know.

And I suppose now isn’t the time to realize that I don’t even own that many “winter” clothes. Shoot. I’ve only now just come to terms with the fact that I should not pack my flip flops. What the hell. I have totally lost my previously hardened Winterized edge. I remember the days in Boston when I scrambled over frozen snow hills, pregnant, to catch my bus. Now? I am CLUELESS. And ashamed.

So. Tomorrow. Hot-lanta. Thanksgiving with family and friends and dogs and kids and cooking and copious mugs of mulled cider. I hope to check in during a free moment while the rest lull around the house in tryptophan induced comas and I am hopped up on one of those 25% less sugar juice boxes.

But until then, if you are wondering how our trip is going, I’ll leave it to “They Might Be Giants” to illustrate what I expect our day will be like tomorrow.

Without further ado, I introduce to you a favorite Morningside Family car trip tune: “813 Mile Car Trip”.