So, let's talk about that for a moment - because I'd like to hang my hat here for a moment. It's the crux of today's blog entry. The reunion was in St. Louis, Missouri. My "immediate" family and I live in Houston, TX. So, the debate waged about travel arrangements. All sorts of scenario's were thrown out. Why not take a train and enjoy a scenic route (until we found out our route wasn't a straight shot and we would actually have to take a bus a part of the way). Let's just fly (then we recall the little ones we have to deal with in an airport with full body scans and who knows what else) - not to mention the cost (have airlines completely lost it??!!). So, there we were left with "old faithful" - the dependable caravan road trip. We can "plan" our stops. "Manage" temperaments of toddlers and babies a bit better. And I must admit considering it is a sixteen hour drive (without stops), the kiddos did rather well. Let me tell you what I did not accurately count on: how the adults would fair.
Let me tell ya folks, I'm officially too old for this.
I have aches and pains where I did not believe possible. I feel like I have whiplash and (praise God) we have not been in an accident. My lower back aches - I mean the kind of aching where if you break out the BENGAY I will happily slather it all over and embrace the smell as a sweet aroma. My hind parts will probably not forgive me for a while. My legs may have to go through some intense regimen to start functioning properly again.
What have I done Lord? Because this road trip must be a consequence of something I have done. I repent!
I felt relatively young before this trip. I am now staring aging right in the face. And let me tell you it doesn't look pretty. One of my brother-in-laws made an off the cuff statement "Plane tickets ..." I hear ya bro'!
I don't know what happened to the youthful woman who used to drive five hours with her eyes closed, and then turn around a few hours later and drive five hours back.
Where is this bold and daring female that would drive to Atlanta, a 12 hour drive, by herself only stopping for gas?
What happened to the person that looked at a drive to Dallas, 4 hours away, as an excursion?
Where is she I ask???!!!
She has left the building folks. She no longer resides here. And what is left of her is upset with who ever came up with the whole, "You're as young as you feel" malarkey!
IT'S JUST NOT TRUE!
As loving adorable daughter and I were leaving a gas station to get back into the car, my-brother-in law looked me and said, "Oh lawd, do you need some coffee? Something?"
I don't drink coffee ... but apparently I now wear the typical "I need coffee" look.
As I am writing this, I am sitting in the back seat with about two hours to go before we reach our first destination, we've been traveling for about 9 hours already. Monday when this post is uploaded and sent WE WILL STILL BE TRAVELING (and it will be my turn to take the wheel)!
Who thought this was a good idea? I'm holding and inquisition (yeah, I said it) when we get back because someone has to pay!
Today I feel old. Very old ... and I'm going to need weeks of recouperation.
Thankfully, in a about a month I will be on a REAL vacation, my husband is taking me on a cruise. Relaxing by the pool, not cramped in a car. Shopping in another country, instead of a gas station. Eating almost sinful amounts of food instead of McDonald's (don't even get me started on how I can live the rest of my life without EVER seeing another "golden" arch).
This trip isn't over yet but you can stick a fork in me because I'm done.
Say a prayer for me and my family, surely when you read this we will still have a bit to go ... and we need all the prayers we can get - well, except the "fragile" toddlers and babies we were trying to "protect" to begin with ... yeah ...
A Few Hundred Miles Away From the Corner,