Today on a walk with Little Miss my mind began meandering a bit and I found myself thinking, “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a longish road trip… Wouldn’t it be fun to hop in the van and go somewhere with Husband and Little Miss? Drive a while… Stay in a hotel?”
As if doing that five or six times (and that’s not counting any trips where I flew) in the last 18 months isn’t enough–with most of those trips being about 2000 miles one way?
Did I forget the ‘screaming infant’ phenomenon?
Or the “aching butt” syndrome?
Or the “I’m so sick of generic looking rooms! When can I just get somewhere with real food and real furniture where I can *stay* for a little bit,” issue.
Yes my friends, we can chock this up to a brief moment of insanity.