Today is Eric's sister's birthday. Happy day, Laura!
A couple of weeks ago, Eric went off one of his drugs. It is progress, and we are glad. The only problem is the violent mood swings that accompany withdrawal from a mood-altering medication. After a couple of tense moments, I wondered how in the hell we would endure much less enjoy our time to refresh ourselves. Eek.
Aside from a couple of emotional days and shivers, he was OK. I was glad. My mood feeds off his a lot. Our poor children.
Anyway, we weighed ourselves before we left, hoping to be somewhat near those weights when we returned. Nevermind the numbers, dahlings. Let's just say one of us did better than the other. (Pie, people. Eric wanted pie. For two meals in a row. Then we had doughnuts for breakfast the next morning. The pie: Eric had triple chocolate coffee for lunch, with banana split for dinner. I had blackberry peach and coconut cream. Kayleigh went with the Dutch apple for lunch, chocolate cream for dinner. Kelsey's choices were triple cherry and triple chocolate coffee. Eric was in love with that place--The Pie Place. As for me--well, I've had better.)
I'm weird about driving places. When I leave, I want to get where I'm going. I want to stop only for gas. If you need to pee, you wait until we stop for gas. If you're hungry, you wait until we stop for gas. If we've decided to take a fun route on the way somewhere and stop to see fun stuff, that's different. Those stops and the time they take are in my head before we leave. We hadn't made such a plan for the first day of this trip.
Less than an hour (!) into the drive, one of us had to pee. The mention of a toilet made another need to pee. I was not pleased. I don't like stopping at restaurants or gas stations to use their bathrooms. They're often filthy, and it's a little rude to just walk to the back of Subway, do your thing, and then take off without buying anything. Also, if you stop anywhere that sells anything--food, gifts, clothes, anything--the kids want something. It makes me nuts. Are they hungry? No, but they really need a bag of Nibs and a Kit Kat and a lemonade and a bag of Doritos and they promise to share and not to spill, so what's the problem? And could they just get that blown glass sea turtle with the plastic Panamanian flag stuck in the bottom? It's only $14.
I said I thought there was a rest stop about 15 minutes up the highway. Said persons really hoped I was right, which made me doubt myself, so we pulled into the Dells. Yeah.
Anyway, I tried hard not to let pissing in every county bug me so much. By the end of the trip, I had succeeded.