I happily packed a host of items to occupy the boys during the long drive. My stash included:
- Jack's violin
- Dan's multiplication cards
- Joey's Dick & Jane books
- Educational reading material on U.S. geography and presidential history
|I still feel the violin would have been nice.|
Once we were on the road, my husband began talking excitedly about the route he had planned that would take us through Tucker, Georgia for a restaurant he had seen on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. Matthew's Cafeteria was on Joe's brain and the thought of a southern breakfast the next morning kept him in grand spirits with only limited episodes of road rage. Everything was going along swimmingly.
We pulled up to the Holiday Inn in Tucker, Georgia where Joe and I tag-teamed the night manager to get our room rate reduced by 40% before we even checked in. As I tucked in all my boys with visions of biscuits and gravy dancing in their heads, I couldn't help but think life was great.
|Perhaps I should have packed pajamas?|
And that's when I knew disaster was right around the corner. Because nothing ever goes smoothly when yours truly is involved. I am Bobby Brady's Hawaiian tiki and King Tut's curse wrapped up in one. Where I go, affliction and blight follow.
I warned no one. One last good night's sleep was the least I could do.
They would all need their rest for the great storm ahead.
....to be continued.......