On a car trip and the car is full of screams and yells, but that’s okay. Because two nights ago, I implemented my plan of double-sided tape on something long and thin, and inserted it into the DVD player in the car to retrieve the two pennies 3.5yo had put inside last year. And it worked!! Like a dream, actually. And the next day I saw those two pennies on the dash board and threw them out the window, powah to the peeples! I have taken back the balance of powah in the car and now the children are once again my slaves on long distance drives. Mwuh ha ha ha, mwuh ha ha ha ha, mwuh ha ha ha ha ha ha aha aaaaaaaa choke choke. You get the picture. I could be sipping martinis up here, I am so relaxed, except for the illegal open containers whatever and whatevs. Ahem.
Picture all and sundry in the back seats with their heads turned up to watch whatever shenanigans are onscreen, and little ol’ moi, thinking my uninterrupted thoughts and gazing serenely at the road rage around me. How’s the serenity!
Tag: driving with kids
The Joy of the Season
Driving to the “mountains” to attend a xmas party today, the cutest, most quaint and fun xmas party ever.
But that means driving w the kids for 40+ minutes, oh geez.
There is a cartoon circulating which perfectly illustrates my morning: the one where the man is shaving, showering and shitting in peace, and gets dressed and ready to leave the house, then has the audacity to ask why the woman isnt ready yet.
The boys were already dressed, but I found spare clothes for them to wear because we are going out afterwards. Some clothes were upstairs, and some down. Add in warm socks for the gumboots and gloves. I pooled the puffy jackets and snacks. I put on the dishwasher. Then it was my turn to get dressed, but my clothes were also in 2 different ends of the house, plus boots, and empty the garbage. Then Husband busts my hump about the boys waiting in the car for too long. Erm, halloo? Did I hear that correctly? Take 3yo back inside to use the bathroom before we go, please, while I grab a hat box so my green felt doesn’t get squashed in the car. And then a drop or two of lavendar under my nose, I can be calm for the next potentially excruciating 40+ minutes.
