Captain's log

Day 1 – Baltimore to Wilson, NC
We rolled out of our driveway and hit the road. We were making good time until somewhere in North Carolina when BAM – dead stop. Literally. Micah put the car in park. When the cars around us began to empty, we shut down. I heard the word “helicopter” from the man in the car next to us. Oh no. He came over to our car and said that it was a hazmat situation with an overturned tanker. Holy Moly. It must have been just a vicious rumor because minutes later we were moving again.
Rocky Mount looked like a good place to stop for the night. There seemed to be a motel on every corner. Yeah, and they were all booked, except for that Comfort Inn where we just stood there…ignored. Another guy being ignored said that he’d been ignored for the past 10 minutes. Back to the van.
We tried again in Wilson. We grabbed a king suite. Suite, right? High on the hog, right? Not really. We looked for the elevator and couldn’t find it. We looked for the shower and couldn’t find it. I looked for the lamp by the bed and couldn’t find it. Luckily the bed was super comfy and a dip in the huge tub was kinda fun.
Day 2 – Wilson, NC to Mt. Pleasant, SC
We rolled out after breakfast at Cracker Barrel with Delores, our Garmin, leading the way. After a stop at South of the Border for some fireworks and snacks, we made it to Mt. Pleasant in no time. We were excited to see our very dear friends, Jen & Don. For those who may not know, Jen & Don played matchmaker in high school and fixed us up, so we like them a lot.
We hung out for a while and then headed to downtown Charleston for some grub and sightseeing. Don was a fabulous tour guide. He may or may not have made some of it up. He was very convincing so we may never know.
We figured we may as well stay for fireworks since we were there and it was getting dark. We waited and waited and hollered at the kids to sit down at least a hundred times. When the fireworks started, we realized they were lower than we thought and anyone under 5 ft was not going to be able to see without sitting on someone’s shoulders. Someone said, should we just go?
Back at the house, the boys put on our very own pyrotechnic show. I had orginally worried about one of the guys burning themselves. I shouldn’t have worried. The guys were fine. If only that tree had been so lucky. Way to hustle for the hose, guys! Jen’s voice carried down from the porch, should I call the fire department?

Let’s try this again…

I’ve been having really weird dreams lately. Really weird. No, I’m not pregnant. Bite your tongue. The other night I dreamt that I was shaving my legs….while driving. I had a little cup of water and my leg up on the dash and I shaved while driving to my friend Dorothy’s house. At one point, there was a bicycle cop behind me and I was really afraid he’d pull me over for distracted driving. He eventually fell off his bike and I wondered if I should stop.

I was bummed when I woke up and realized that I had not shaved my legs and it was still a task I needed to do. Rats.

This morning for a brief moment I forgot what day it was and woke Micah up promptly at 5:45. Whoops! It’s Thursday, I don’t wake Micah up on Thursdays. I immediately apologized and said, Go back to sleep. He said, I’ll take a kiss while you’re here. Aw!

In Evan’s Kindergarten class, behavior is rated daily on a traffic light system. Green is good, yellow is iffy and red is “you really pushed your luck today, mister”. As an extra incentive, they’ve added purple for going above and beyond. Ev’s been bringing home a lot of yellows lately. Many have been for wrestling on the carpet. I blame that on Micah.

We’re resorting to bribery to break the cycle. He wants a DS. So from now until the end of the year (June 18), if he gets only green, he will get a DS. We’ve thrown in a caveat that a purple and a yellow equal green.

Hannah wants a DS too. She’s never had a behavior issue at school so that’s not going to work for her. We’re going to have to come up with something for her to achieve. How about she drops the teenager attitude? Or doesn’t interrogate me daily with questions I can’t possibly answer. My favorite is, What’s Dad doing? Really? I don’t know. ASK DAD!!! (Dad is usually within earshot when she asks me this) Another good one is asking me a question and when my answer is “I don’t know”, she just rephrases the question. I’d better set up a fund now ‘cause my girl’s going to law school!