There are days that Kris and I make the wisest of decisions for our family. Then, there are days where we, I don’t know, decide to take a road trip with two kids and a dog.
There are 900 miles between Oklahoma and Georgia. And, in my husband’s infinite wisdom, he thought it best to knock every mile out in one day. So, we did.
I prepared for our little family adventure with new movies for the kids, blankies, and plenty of snacks. I did, however, forget the Jack Daniels – an omission that will not happen again. Oh, I jest. Ahem.
What I didn’t realize was that the kids’ infrared headsets were no longer operable. And, the parental units were not about to endure Alvin and the Chipmunks for the long journey ahead. So, with two stops, yes two, to a SuperWalmart, we purchased new ones.
My ever so adventurous husband touted how awesome it would be to have “family time” together. But, every time the kids uttered a word, he was the first to say, “Put your headsets on.” In other words, he meant quiet family time.
Eventually, we all loosened up a bit and listened to some of rock-n-roll’s finest. John Henry sang aloud greats from The Gap Band like, “You Dropped A Bumblebee.” Yes, yes. Some of you think it says “…bomb on me.” Not so. Ask John Henry.
As previously mentioned, 900 miles of boo-tiful highway stretch between our two glorious states. And, we stop for lunch at a Pizza Hut in Brinkley, Arkansas. Not Little Rock. Not the magnificent Eureka Springs. Not Elvis’ own, Memphis. Brinkley.
Unfortunately for us, we arrived just in time for the parade of Harley Davidsons and trikes. Hallelujah. Just what I had hoped. Now, my Harley ridin’ momma would have just thought she’d died and gone to Brinkley heaven. Me? Not so much.
After watching bubbas America’s finest head out on their own adventure, we finally turned into Pizza Hut. I took Anna straight to the potty in which she announced, “Wow! That was a lot!”
As soon as our delectable food arrived, Anna said, “I have to go potty.”
“No, you don’t. I just took you!” I argued, figuring she was trying to get out of eating as she always does.
“I’ve got shoo-wee about to come out!” My tasteful little girl broadcasted to all Brinkley, Arkansas residents.
I suddenly felt guilty for judging these nice motorcycle parading folks. After all, we were seemingly fitting right in.
After the grub and bladder relief for all family members (including our four-legged pal), we set out again on our excruciating delightful family adventure. To be continued….
