Are We There Yet?

August 3, 2010 at 8:55 am 4 comments

We made it out of the house, which always feels like a non-possibility until I see highway signs through the windows. The van was packed to the very f-ing gills, and I was feeling like a verifiable super hero, having remembered basically everything that my family of five will need, or even think of needing, over the next six days. We even made it outside the city limits before making a pee stop. Not bad right?

We pulled off the highway onto the grassy shoulder of a Montana byway to do our business. I slid open the silver door to release the girls to darken the gravel when Bella says:

Did you get my shoes?

My head almost spun off. Her shoes? Not an extra pair of water shoes, no. Her actual shoes. The shoes she wears every day. Although we packed spoons for yogurt, a cooler full of delights (including a leftover burrito, the only food a certain three-year old will eat), two grocery bags of kid staples (like noodles and veggie booty), twenty-one pairs of underwear (not the pairs that simply fit them, but the pairs that are their actual favorites), a bulging sack of the most popular toys, three inner tubes, four special stuffed animals, the computer and accompanying dvds ( a very rare treat), every book that each family member is currently reading, a flashlight, a sack of one hundred homeopathic remedies, four suitcases, five sleeping bags, seven bathing suits, a pair of goggles, and a smoothie, we did not bring the shoes that the nine-year old actually wears. We did not check to see if for whatever crazy, insane, completely irrational reason the oldest child might make it to the car for a nine-hour journey for a week-long stay WITHOUT SHOES ON HER FEET.

We did not backtrack, a fact I am glad for because, lord knows, tacking an extra forty minutes onto a lengthy car trip with three children is not reasonable. What we did do is stop in Idaho and enter, for the first real time of my life, a WalMart Super Center. Let me just say holy shit, but it did the job. We found the $2 pair of flip flops that will get that girl through the week.

We also bought a converter plug for our trusty computer. Our girls watch a single movie one, one night a week. But when facing a nine-hour trip we were prepared to bend the rules a bit. I was glad we had that tool in our belt because we’d barely hit the road again when Echo started to moan. I want out of this car seat… I want Aunt Emy… I want you to hold me… The kind of mosquito-like drone that drives straight to my inner brain and makes my teeth grind. The classic animated Robin Hood entertained her for a half-hour or so and then the drone picked up again. The other girls spaced out in cinematic bliss but that three-year old just wasn’t appeased.

She basically was unable to make the trip even moderately content. She will not be a long distance truck driver when she grows up.

But we did make it. And our smart Emy arranged to meet us at the public pool so that we could turn our stir-crazy girls straight out into chlorinated heaven. They wiggled, flopped, and sucked in blue water to their hearts’ content. On today’s agenda? A trip to the beach of a local island and u-pick peaches. We are in Oregon and summer. is. on.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. 1 in 6,697,254,041 | "A Beautiful Place of the World"  |  August 3, 2010 at 9:58 am

    […] such exact detail, it is as if I got to read it through her. She navigated. She bought us shoes at a box store in Coeur d’Alene. She reminded me (with all the things she did) nearly every […]

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  • 2. Amy Mayfield  |  August 3, 2010 at 10:06 am

    Hope you have a wonderful time, you have picked the BEST time of year to visit our lovely state! Enjoy!

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    • 3. nataliechristensen  |  August 12, 2010 at 4:43 pm

      I agree, nothing better than Oregon in the summertime.

      Reply
  • 4. Assurance « Talk Feeleez  |  August 12, 2010 at 11:22 am

    […] the check out line in that Wal-Mart Supercenter on our road trip, buying snacks and flip-flops for the girl who forgot to wear shoes, I juggled annoyance, debit […]

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