This afternoon, at approximately 3:15 p.m., I will do the unthinkable.
I will take the kids on a 3-hour road trip by myself, stretching my patience to new limits.
I can't wait.
Ethan was running a fever of 103 degrees last night, prompting a call to the pediatrician. He's much cooler this morning, but there is some residual crankiness, which serves only to complement my own crankiness this week. In typical toddler fashion, he has the attention span of a gnat and he likes to throw things in the car. Of course, once he's thrown the item, he immediately realizes he wants that toy more than anything on earth, leading me to feel around blindly in the back floorboard for whatever toy he threw.
On top of that, there is the ever-inquisitive Laurel and her endless questions. This morning on the way to school she wanted to know why carbon monoxide tries to bind to oxygen. I explained, and told her why CO is so poisonous, and one should never run an engine without proper ventilation, etc. Of course, that only leads to more questions ('should we park the car so the tailpipe faces out of the garage?'), so it goes on forever.
Cross your fingers for me, wish me luck, do a patience dance, or whatever. Just help me get through this afternoon! If I don't make it, then do as my mother used to suggest when my sister and I were acting up — 'Just ship me off to Nevada!'
(that's Nevada, MO, folks, where the insane asylum was)