Common Mom

Well, we made it to Monday Morning! We did end up leaving on vacation, but not until 6 hours after our scheduled departure because little dude was still not feeling well Saturday a.m. Since our drive is a 14 hour drive, we decided to get a hotel room Saturday evening about 2/3 of the way here - thanks Dan for having free hotel stays will all of your travelling points! Some voices from the back seat . . .

Kid: “Mom, the sign said the speed limit is 75. Why are you going 85? You’re going to get a speeding ticket!”
Mom: “Yup. I might.”

Kid: “I’m hungry.”
Dad: “You just ate lunch!”
Kid: “I know. But I didn’t eat for 2 days and I’m making up for it!”
Dad: “I know. OK. We’ll stop at the next gas station.”

Driving by yet another large cow farm . . .
Kid: “Ewwwww! Mommy - what do you say!”
Dad: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Good one buddy.”
He’s teaching them well!

In the hotel that first night…

Kid: “Mom, you’re a crazy driver!”
Mom: “No I’m not. I got us here safely didn’t I?”
Kid: “Yes. But you’re still a crazy driver.”

Kid: “Why do WE have to sleep on the pull out couch and YOU get that huge bedroom?!”
Dad: “Because we’re the adults and we said so. Get your jammies on.”
the next morning…
Kid: “Um, did you guys even SLEEP in THIS bed? It looks all nice like when we came in last night.”
Dad: “Nope. We slept in this bed.”
Kid: “What?! You didn’t even sleep in this bed and you made us sleep on the couch bed? That’s not fair. We could have slept in this bed in the sa…”
Mom: “Dude! Zip it. Do you know how old I was before I even got to ever stay in a hotel, especially, a nice one?”
Kid: “I know. You don’t have to tell me how I get to do stuff you never did.”

Mom: “Uh oh. Mommy’s going to get a speeding ticket. The police man just pulled out after I went by.”
Kid: “I TOLD you so! I TOLD you not to go that fast!”
Mom: “Well, I did anyway.”
the cop drives by to get the other guy that was driving right with me…
Kid: “How come he pulled over that white car? You’ve been driving way too fast the whole time. He should have pulled you over.” Uh . . . thanks for the support dude!

Kid: “Cool swimming pool! Where’s the diving board?”
Dad: “Um, that’s not a swimming pool. That’s a waste water treatment place.”
Kid: “Oh. What’s waste water?”
Dad: Insert description of waste water treatment place here
Kid: “So if I stuck my head under the water with my goggles on, would I see poop floating around?”
Dad: “I wouldn’t stick my head under that water to find out dude.”

about 90 minutes later…

Kid: “Oh gross! I just saw 2 ducks swimming in the toilet water!”

Dan and I made this same drive many times before we had the kids. I have to say that the trip was quicker back then, but definitely  not as entertaining!

Today . . . golfing, swimming, driving remote control trucks around, playing with cousins, and driving to the other G’ma and G’pa’s house. All in 90 degrees and 85% humidity - woo hoo! Good times, good times.

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