Monday, August 8, 2011

Backing Up

In the midst of all the craziness, I failed to mention my marathon road trip..   It happened last Monday when I took these 4 guys to Utah, dropped them off at a youth camp, then drove back home, alone.



Exhausting with a capital E.  But I loved it all the same.

I was a little worried about traveling for 10 hours with a car full of teenage boys.  What would we talk about?  Would there be ultra long moments of awkward silence, or hours of whining?  Would I have to listen to hours and hours of Sponge Bob dialogue resulting in a migrane???  Would there be bodily function noises that made the car stink?

I'm happy to report that I was pleasantly surprised.  These lads are a blast.  We talked for hours,  ate treats, shared insight, planned skits, and sang along to awesome music on Bryce's I-Pod. (I'm secretly hoping I can get a copy of his play list.)

We celebrated Devin's birthday with Frosties.

We found a dead hair extension at one of our pit stops.  For some reason, even I found that seriously funny.


On the way home, I thought I would feel lonely, but I didn't.

I had wide open spaces to keep me company.

They give me pause to think . . .

.and dream . . .

and sing along with James.


Bryce, Devin, Trent and Eden -- I'm happy to be your chauffeur any time.  It was a pleasure hanging out you.

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P.S.   Emily and Lisa, lunch was fun!  Let's do it again, shall we?

3 comments:

Eunice said...

I drove to my sister's alone in May - eight hours each way. It was my Twanda trip. I've become so dependent on hubby and wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. It was great. So, how are the boys getting home?

Ha! My word verification is "grayingc"!

Genevieve said...

Sounds nice! I probably would've gagged at the site of that hair extension! ;)

Jenni said...

sounds like a blast! hope those boys had a great time! you are such a great mama!