Home Sweet Home

After our adventure filled weekend, we took the girls back in time with a car ride straight from 1985. Sadly, they have never known a car trip without movies. Even though they bring books and toys in the car, the items are soon forgotten as soon as the DVD screen comes down. Insert glazed over eyes and vacant stares. It's a small price to pay for the peace and quiet we get while trapped in the car with these little people for hours on end.

"How are we going to get home?," M asked The Doctor this morning.

"We're going yo take the rental car," he replied, packing up some things.

"But there are no movies!," she protested.

"You're right!," The Doctor said, looking up. "It'll be like going back to 1985. The best road trip era ever."

I remember my family's car trips from 1985. The 3 of us were crammed in the back of my Mom's Buick and my parents were up front with their carafe of coffee (to this day, the smell of old coffee makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside) and cassette tapes of Billy Joel and George Michael. My Mom had her big bag of toys that rode up front. When we wanted something, she'd hand it to us with the warning, "Don't lose any pieces!" and "I need it back before I give you anything else!"

My brother, sister and I did plenty if whining. We tried dividing the backseat equally, but ultimately, one of us sat in someone else's zone and the tattling and bickering would begin.

While we had a bit of a throwback trip our car was modern and for that I am grateful. Gone were the whines of, " She's breathing on me!!" and "she's on my side!" They found other ways to cause mischievous. L had to go to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so and H figured her stuffed animal made a great ball and threw it too L.

The Curly Girlies survived their first no frills car trip. I'm not so sure The Doctor and I can say the same.