Road Trip - OKC

When I say six hours in a car what do you think? When I say six hours in a car with two kids under five and two dogs what do you think? Needless to say I have to be half insane to live my life, I have to be clinically insane to be in the car for that long with my family.

The day started like any other road trip day. Cary was running errands, I was packing everything we needed, and the kids were eating breakfast. Then I took the dogs outside to do their business. Cary came home, and I don't know what it is about road trip days, but I am sooo not myself. It's like as soon as I saw him I wanted to fight. I think he knew this too. Because he looked at me and started grabbing things to put in the car just so he didn't have to look into my crazy eye.

I calmed down after we got things settle in the car and we were on the road. So I thought. Cary reminded me that we had to go pay a few bills before we left. I was like, totally fine not a big deal. So an hour later in the car... we start our six hour journey to Oklahoma. I don't think we made it on to I 40 when the kids started getting restless.

At some point, I don't know when or how, the conversation Cary and I were having turned into a fight. It was one of those "I don't even remember what we were fighting about" fights. I even did the Mad Wife pose. You know what it is, fold your arms, cross your legs, and look out the window. I had everything but the bottom lip sticking out. Turns out that if your husband leaves you like that for awhile you'll fall asleep. Who knew! What a great defence for a man. And of course I wasn't mad anymore. Until he opened his mouth... some how we stopped fighting just as we were coming in to Midwest City. We just stopped fighting, and it was quiet and peaceful. Franky, our puppy was just starting to whimper. I figured he was tired and ready to get out of the car. The whimper turned into a full on yelp, then Evelyn started to scream, then Jaxson was yelling for them to be quiet, and THEN Doggy started to howl. And on top of all of that noise, my wonderful husband whom I have been fighting with most of this trip, decided that he needed to chime in and tell everybody to stop yelling. From Tinker AFB to I 40 and Morgan road, this is what I heard. All of the sudden Franky jumps out of Jaxson's arms and decides he wanted to go in the back window, everybody stops, and starts laughing at our crazy new puppy. Until we figured out what our new little puppy was going to do. Yes, my fellow bloggers... my crazy little puppy was trying to find a spot to poop in the back window. Out of nowhere Cary slams on the break, now... I know that the logic is there... He intended for Franky to plop down on the back seat and calm down long enough for Cary to pull over to a place where Franky could use the bathroom. But instead of that happening Franky flew across the back seat, bounced off the passanger head rest, and plopped on the floor. There was poop everywhere. We were not nearly fast enough for our little pooch.

If the trip to Oklahoma was this interesting I wonder what the trip back will be like!