day 122: on the road again

Well, us crazies are at it again.

We're mobile.

As in hundreds of miles in one day mobile.

Crazy, I tell ya.

It started at 9 am with a few Jack Johnson tunes. Then a little Jason Mraz. Know why? Know why there wasn't teeny bopper music blasting or a Disney music showing? Cause I didn't have to. Cause Uncle Ben and Lyndsey gave my entourage mp3 players, filled with tunes and shows. Which meant it was quiet for quite some time, other than the off-tune humming and intermittent laughter.

There were a few intermissions. Potty stops. Stops for Pops to eat. One stop to refuel. Twenty minutes spent in park on the highway, thanks to gawkers and an accident in the westbound lanes. One idiot who almost made me hit him. Another dumbbell in an BMW whose mission was to tailgate me until I remembered a trick Aaron taught me: turn your wipers on and hit the washer fluid. Works like a charm. Then there was the one time when McK asked in a panic, "Mom, do we have to sleep in the same room with Pops and Gramma tonight?"

Nope. They'll sleep in the room next door.

"Whew! Cause I was thinking about all that snoring!"

Exactly the reason for a wall in between.

After a stop at Bob Evans for dinner, there was the expected dance party in the car, still strapped in our seats, to "Wannabe" with the Spice Girls and "1999" with Prince. McK was listening to her own tunes, earbuds in. R was grooving and shaking. I was dancing....sort of. K was embarrassed. Dance party success.

And after the obligatory swim in the hotel pool, it's time to hit the sack.

Five more hours lie ahead of us tomorrow.

And the beach. Don't forget the beach.