Trip from Hell: Day 2
The human mind is a glorious thing. When something affects it negatively, truly hurts it, it does everything in its power to suppress the offensive memory, to protect the integrity of the rest of the grey matter.
In other words, this blog entry should be short because I have already forgotten most of what happened on this trip.
I wake up around 7AM. One thing about family trips is that you learn something new about your relatives. I learned that once my 6-year old niece awakens, she starts talking and doesn't stop. No really.
I didn't mind so much since I didn't sleep well the night before. I had to share the bed with the 2 year old who, surprisingly, doesn't kick, but did feel the need to (in her sleep?) roll over and kiss me every hour. Also, like her father, she seems to be not content unless her arm is resting on my forehead.
So I get up, take a shower. Learn that my father called at 630AM to check in. (Smart man-he learns to anticipate the crazy lady's phone calls). Awakens my sister who has already been awakened several times by her kid.
Breakfasts 1-17. Homewood Suites by Hilton offers a complimentary hot breakfast every morning, with items like cereals, sausages, eggs, pastries, bagels, juices, etc... An excellent value for a traveling group of six, right? Well, what this also means is that we make a multitude of breakfast runs. Go down stairs-get coffees. We need more coffees than we have hands for. Solution? Fill coffee pot in room. Downstairs. Get bagels. Downstairs. Oh no-burned a bagel. Get new bagel. And danishes for kids. Downstairs. No, got one cream cheese danish and one raspberry. They both NEED cheese danishes. Downstairs. Didn't get enough creamer. Downstairs. Grab bananas for trip. Downstairs.
So we get to G's by around 10AM. I start making room for G's suitcase.
G doesn't realize she is going anywhere. Didn't pack. Thought we were leaving tomorrow.
Get G's suitcase. Pack. Straighten out medicine. Lock up. Leave.
G sits quietly throughout most of the trip. We occasionally bicker. Tom-Tom occasionally "moos."
It has been cloudy and rainy all day. Around 3PM we are in West Virginia and trying to figure out if we can make it all the way. The nearest town is Morgantown, WVA-3 hours away from where my parents live, so we can probably make it. But G is obviously tired and the DVD player has given up the ghost from overuse. We search frantically for a hotel room in Morgantown and settle into a Hampton Inn in two rooms.
We have dinner. Adults order alcohol. G, back in the hotel room, accidentally orders 10,000 BC and some porno. She was looking for the Discovery Channel.
We search for additional liquor to "take the edge off." (how desperate does that sound?) Malibu and diet coke = yummy. We drink Malibu and watch Spongebob with the kids. It's tropical, dammit.
To bed. Uncomfortable pokiness and bad dreams. Slept for about an hour.
Wake up to the sound of Rory talking. Day 3 dawns. We still live...but for how long?
In other words, this blog entry should be short because I have already forgotten most of what happened on this trip.
I wake up around 7AM. One thing about family trips is that you learn something new about your relatives. I learned that once my 6-year old niece awakens, she starts talking and doesn't stop. No really.
I didn't mind so much since I didn't sleep well the night before. I had to share the bed with the 2 year old who, surprisingly, doesn't kick, but did feel the need to (in her sleep?) roll over and kiss me every hour. Also, like her father, she seems to be not content unless her arm is resting on my forehead.
So I get up, take a shower. Learn that my father called at 630AM to check in. (Smart man-he learns to anticipate the crazy lady's phone calls). Awakens my sister who has already been awakened several times by her kid.
Breakfasts 1-17. Homewood Suites by Hilton offers a complimentary hot breakfast every morning, with items like cereals, sausages, eggs, pastries, bagels, juices, etc... An excellent value for a traveling group of six, right? Well, what this also means is that we make a multitude of breakfast runs. Go down stairs-get coffees. We need more coffees than we have hands for. Solution? Fill coffee pot in room. Downstairs. Get bagels. Downstairs. Oh no-burned a bagel. Get new bagel. And danishes for kids. Downstairs. No, got one cream cheese danish and one raspberry. They both NEED cheese danishes. Downstairs. Didn't get enough creamer. Downstairs. Grab bananas for trip. Downstairs.
So we get to G's by around 10AM. I start making room for G's suitcase.
G doesn't realize she is going anywhere. Didn't pack. Thought we were leaving tomorrow.
Get G's suitcase. Pack. Straighten out medicine. Lock up. Leave.
G sits quietly throughout most of the trip. We occasionally bicker. Tom-Tom occasionally "moos."
It has been cloudy and rainy all day. Around 3PM we are in West Virginia and trying to figure out if we can make it all the way. The nearest town is Morgantown, WVA-3 hours away from where my parents live, so we can probably make it. But G is obviously tired and the DVD player has given up the ghost from overuse. We search frantically for a hotel room in Morgantown and settle into a Hampton Inn in two rooms.
We have dinner. Adults order alcohol. G, back in the hotel room, accidentally orders 10,000 BC and some porno. She was looking for the Discovery Channel.
We search for additional liquor to "take the edge off." (how desperate does that sound?) Malibu and diet coke = yummy. We drink Malibu and watch Spongebob with the kids. It's tropical, dammit.
To bed. Uncomfortable pokiness and bad dreams. Slept for about an hour.
Wake up to the sound of Rory talking. Day 3 dawns. We still live...but for how long?
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