Seriously, if my parents weren't the absolute best in the world, there is no way I would keep making this atrocious drive. Even a state-of-the-art mom bomb, like my Toyota Sienna, can only take the edge off of the misery that three loud boys can inflict on each other and their parents during the course of a trip this long. Let me give you a little blow-by-blow of what I expect to happen tomorrow:
CC will settle into his seat, pop in a DVD of HIS choice... something like Pirates of the Caribbean or Indiana Jones. Totally inappropriate for the two younger boys. Destructo will yell from the third row, "MaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwM! THIS MOVIE SCARES ME!!!!!" I'll, in turn, yell at CC, "Could you be at least a little considerate of your brothers?" CC'll go, "Sheeesh! I never get to watch one of my movies... it's NOT FAIR!" And I'll be all like, Oh my f***ing GOD can we just get out of the driveway without a fight, people?!?! but instead of saying it, I'll just heave this huge passive/aggresive sigh.
And then I'll turn to my dear Daddy-007, who will be driving because he'll do anything to get out of the passenger seat that implies you are in charge of the children not the car, smile and reach into my bag, place the laptop on my lap, open it and then disappear into writing a post for tomorrow. :)
Braja and I are chronicling our "One Morning a Week" tomorrow, so check out her post which comes out in the evening at Lost and Found in India. I'll be back with my usual madness on the 31st.
Keep me in your prayers today as I endure the drive from Hell. Here is a video representation of my kids: