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O, give me a home...

Eight-plus hours in a car. The only adult.

Accompanied by a 4-year-old boy and a 2-year-old dog, eight pouches of The Incredibles fruit snacks, portable DVD player with at least 20 hours worth of animated movies and 22-oz of my favorite organic coffee.

Feel for me. Pray for me. Take pity on me.

The one saving grace is knowing that, at the end of the journey, I can usher my kid (and the dog, for that matter) into the capable, loving arms of the grandparents, eat homecooked food that I didn't have to prepare, and crawl into bed early with a new trashy romance.

Taking a vacation to Kansas isn't exactly the ideal destination for everyone.

But it sounds like heaven to me.

(Minus those eight-plus hours in the car.)

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
I wish you could stop by for a quick visit as you pass through KC.
8:06 AM
Anonymous said…
Have fun, Amy! Taking Spring break a little late, aren't you?

We're heading to MPLS with a 6yo & 7mo this weekend.

I bet KS is warmer.
9:35 AM
Brianne said…
You know, on your trek back to Iowa, you guys should take a little rest in Overland Park. :) I can't make it down this weekend.
:(
I wanted to.
11:43 AM
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