The drive out east from Chicago was lengthy. It was August 10th - our 21st wedding anniversary. I slept a bit during Coach's first leg of driving. When it was my turn to take the wheel, I feared I would be too sleepy despite my short nap. Honestly, I struggle to keep my eyes open on short treks to Irish dancing class, so I stand little hope of being useful on a long drive . . . especially when I start out sleep deprived from late night packing. To remedy the situation, I slammed a bottle of Coke.
We then hit an hour of bumper to bumper traffic as we encountered terrible construction zones. I was behind the wheel, AND I had to pee. Thanks, Coke! Damn, double-edged sword. Our approach to lengthy drives includes eliminating as many stops as possible. I pondered the situation while we were stuck in traffic, and it made sense to me that I try to empty my bladder while we were practically stopped anyway. Two birds, one stone - right?
As we sat there making no progress, I began to point out clusters of bushes or generous cement blockades along the side of the road that I felt would offer me enough 'coverage' if I just jumped out and took a quick pee. Coach looked as if perhaps I was NOT the woman he meant to marry 21 years ago. In my desperation, I even suggested that the kids climb out and hoist up a beach towel from the back seat like a little privacy shield. This time he couldn't even look in my direction. He chose not to acknowledge me with a glance or a reply. A full bottle of Coke can do that to a person - I think it's called DESPERATION! Ultimately we were forced to stop at a gas station - right after the road work ended. Of course.
|This 3 quart thermos rocks - I bought two!|
|In the middle of my packing, I prepared a huge batch of chili.|
Chili is typically a recipe I dig out when temperatures drop in Chicago and we are cozy in front of the TV watching football. Chili in August was unexpected and welcome by my crew - who I'm assuming is like any other crew: they tire of the same recipe rotation. I hear about it all the time. It helped that I thought to pack sour cream, shredded cheese, and a batch of corn muffins. Nothing like the whole package!
|OK, this might be overkill on the chili pictures. This is my lap begging Coach not to hit a bump as I served up the chili.|
|Beats fast food!|
|I wasn't kidding - this fridge was big!|
I was a little leery about sleeping in a room next to our offspring . . . with no adjoining door. This crew is old enough to be unsupervised, but it's often the times when they don't require supervision that they need it the most. Exhibit A happened while kids were putting on bathing suits to unwind in the pool and I was unloading the coolers full of food into the large fridges.
Tank managed to lock Reggie in a cabinet with a wooden coat hanger. And that's when I was standing a few feet away.
|True story . . . my 11 year old was in this cabinet - compliments of Tank.|