7/19/2016 my daughter ( Kelli )and I drove to Shreveport to pick up the 2 year old and her 3 year old cousin. I need to drive as she just had surgery number 53. This seems to be an easy task…I mean, I think this is an easy task. We went through Stoner Avenue (and yes, I am sure that is what the sign said) and I am still thinking ‘easy task’. If Stoners have their own Avenue it must indicate the town and trip are going to be soooo easy.
Arrived to see the other grandparents looking harried and I thought “eh?” These are two toddlers and this job is a snap! I know this because a million years ago I had two toddlers. Oh, the things time glosses over.
We Get both kiddos in the car and realize “HEY! There is a waffle house right there” and Chloe loves waffle house. I forgot the last trip… We get them inside. The three year old has realized I will laugh at anything. So she begins telling the same joke over and over to make me laugh. I do laugh because I cannot stop.
At last! Food! I remembered to hide my pickles so no repeat of the waffle+pickle incident occurs. No, she dips toast in ketchup and eats it. Auggh! At least I stopped the mustard.
Kelli comes rushing back to table and informs me that her bandages are soaked and we need a pharmacy. Great. Put two toddlers in the car and brave the traffic. Find a pharmacy. While Kelli is inside a PINK bus passed on the road. Chloe almost cries as she wants the pink bus. Plus, she wants me to just leave Kelli and go get the bus. “Get the bus and drive Gaga!”
Kelli finally makes it back just as I had lost all hope. Chloe tells Kelli that she wants the bus. Then I realize we are right by the interstate. Look! Wrong… Now Chloe wants to get on the overpass and she wants the pink bus and she wants to be home and she wants to cry and leave her mom for taking so long.
We get on the interstate and she begins to sing song “So people can’t see us” when we go under and over pass. She then adds “So people can’t see us” and “I told you” when we go over an underpass. The trip is looking long and difficult now. Then, just to keep me on my toes she and the three year old start with the “Are we there yet?” So, I said “Yes, we are there.” To have Kelli say “No, we are here.” Which leads to a long discussion of why we can never be there along with the sing-song going in the back seat.
So, I was wrong. Difficult task. The two year old: 1- made me slightly ill with her culinary experiments, 2-wants me to enter a life of crime and steal the pink bus, 3-wants me to leave mom for taking too long, 4-makes me so happy to see her that all these things seem sane. Typical Road Trip!