With a temperature this morning of 98.7 and a request for bacon, eggs, and toast it seems possible that Cody is on the mend. If that is the case than this post is relevant and I need to do some serious last minute panic packing. Never have I so wanted to last minute panic pack.
In a couple days Husband and I are subjecting ourselves to a thirteen (+) hour drive with two boys and one geriatric dog prone to multiple bouts of room clearing flatulence. Our original plan was to drive straight through, only stopping for potty breaks and leg stretching. It sounds like a great plan, we power through the drive so we have more time at our final destination Salt Lake City, Utah where we will spend time with friends. Once I actually verbalized this plan, I saw flashes of crying children tired of being strapped in their car seats demanding goldfish crackers that were gone in the first one hundred miles, a grumpy momma with a crick in her neck from turning around trying to entertain the kids, and a tired poppa from taking on most of the driving who is expected to magically conjure up a rest stop within a minutes notice.
To minimize the road trippin’ rage and make the journey part of the fun, we have added an overnight stay at a hotel to both the outgoing and return drives. I think the extra cost and loss of time with friends is a small price to pay for my sanity. This is our first serious road trip since Carter was born. The boys don’t know what they are in for and as such are pretty excited about it. Little do they know that ahead of them are long hours in the car looking for out of state license plates and madly mimicking horn honking in an attempt to get truck drivers to blast their horns.
The friends we are going to visit we have known a long time. I met Missy in college at ASU and Husband used to work for Geoff. While we can not take full credit for them meeting, falling madly in love, and getting married I think we can take some credit as they met at one of my birthday parties. Missy and another friend had made a replica of a T-4 bacteriophage birthday cake for me out of brownies, complete with double stranded DNA frosting. It was pure awesome. Husband had brought Geoff along, perhaps as moral support knowing he would be surrounded by science geeks. Maybe Geoff was dazzled by Missy’s ability to make science themed birthday cakes and it just went from there. I honestly don’t know.
Geoff and Missy do not have kids and therefore have no idea what they are bringing upon themselves by inviting us to stay with them. Oh the fun we will have! They do not know that we shall decent upon them with what will appear to be a crazed flock of banana eating locusts disguised as cute blonde haired boys. They do not know that Cody and Carter can eat their weight in hot dogs are are picky about the brand of yogurt they will eat. They have not experienced the last minute crotch grabbing scamper that will end in a small puddle of yellow pee on their guest bathroom floor.
At least they know about Dexter and his flatulent ways.