Monday, January 19, 2009
Adventures in Real Parenting: Road Trip
Just like any other day, the sun rises this morning, painting the sky with streaks of salmon and lavender.
But unlike any other day, this one has a certain significance for me that many of you share. An era of unhappiness and national shame is coming to a close. I am glad to bid it good riddance.
I don't know what the future holds, but I can tell you that I am willing to look forward, hope for better things and give some time to those who want to make it better. I can wait and see what they do before I decide whether or not they are successful.
For those who seem to be taking some pleasure in spreading doom and gloom about the future and scattering I Told You Sos around the blogosphere, I want to say one thing:
Look, I don't want anything to bring me down off my optimistic place. I don't get to visit here very often. According to my mother, pessimism is a genetic gift from my father. So think what you want, write want you want, say what you want. Just not here. I'm going to be out for the day, so if you're inclined to that gray thinking, write it at your own place and I'll be sure not to come and chirp happy stuff at you.
Besides, I've got my own source for glummery and potential growling. The Spawn and I are heading off to Athens to visit the University of Georgia in an attempt to convince The Dancer that it's the right school for her.
Picture, if you will, if you're capable, me driving for a total of five hours with three motion-sickness prone, tired children. One isn't keen on the other two coming along on the trip. One kind of wants to go, but is the most likely to end up barfing on the side of the road and the other doesn't want to go at all and is extremely capable of ruining things for everyone. She has a proven record of doing so.
So, I ask you, what could possibly go wrong? How could I even imagine that at some point I will grumble under my breath that I wish I'd been more diligent about birth control. Take bets, if you like, on how far into the trip someone announces they don't feel well, a fight breaks out and I curse.
Even as I sit here dawdling, I've got one causing a small incident because his iPod isn't working and the electronic guru in our household isn't home.
I can do this without committing a felony. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this......