Mike told me earlier this week that he was going to go snowmobiling in New Hampshire at his brother's house this weekend. I won't get into the details of the "discussion" that ensued, but the end result was that I could either go with him, or stay home.
I decided on Friday afternoon to make a leap of faith, and do a roadtrip on my own, without help from Mike...I called my Dad, who was thrilled to hear we would be coming up to visit, and packed Jacob's stuff and my stuff in record time. Triumphantly, I set out on my way. I could do this. I didn't need anyone's help. I'm a road warrior...
I turned up the tunes and smiled at Jacob in the rearview mirror. "Here, we go!" I announced jubilantly. I bopped my head to Ring on It for about 2 minutes before I had to turn the car around. I forgot my cell phone. No biggie- a minor setback- and off we headed again. I stopped at D&D, yeah...ice coffee for the road...and turned up the radio again.
We got off the back roads and hit 290, headed to 495, where the heart of the drive would take place. I was already reminiscing about how amazing I was on my own. Packed in 45 minutes!! And then it hit me....the pack and play. The most essential item of traveling with a small child who is able to roll everywhere, who absolutely MUST be contained. It was sitting snugly (and smugly) in the corner of my room- probably sending some sort of inanimate object speak to Mike telling him that I had forgotten it. I couldn't turn around. I was 1/2 hour into the drive. Not insurmountable, but oh god, so not worth the effort. As I pondered my options, I decided I would just stop at Wal Mart in Maine, and buy a little cheap pack and play to keep at my Dad's...and then pulled out a pen and paper to jot down the other things I realized I had forgotten. Pajama's (Jacob's), Saline Solution, Shampoo, and Wipes. Sigh. My ego deflated, and I realized that I have no right to yell at Mike when he incessantly runs down the list of things in my suitcase as we go to leave somewhere. "Why do you treat me like I child" I rave at him- "who forgets saline solution when they wear contacts every day??!!"
So. Eventually we make it to my Dad's, and everything is fine- thanks to Wal Mart. I know some people think it's the down fall of society, but dang, they sure do sell stuff for cheap :) The weekend was fun. My sister got to spend a lot of time with Jacob, and so did my Dad. Jacob spends so much time with Mike's side of the family, it's fun to see him interact with mine. I have a much smaller immediate family than Mike, and perhaps that's why they get steamrolled by Mike's so often. They are never planning giant parties, or hosting weddings or anything like that. I need to make more of an effort to see them more frequently. With or without Mike. Next time, I can forget my pack and play all I want. I've got one waiting for me and Jacob in Maine.
Here are some pictures of Jacob enjoying himself- I need to figure out how to work this photo insert thing- I have no idea how. He got to play piano for the first time, and found great delight in balloons, as you can see on the right.
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