It wasn't until a few hours after we made it home, while picking up our puppy from the kennel and hearing myself recount our journey to the owner, that I suddenly saw the humor in it all.
"I'm glad to see you all made it home safely," she said.
"Well, actually, our truck broke down so we caught a ride home with family who were there."
"Oh," she said. "Well, its great that they had the extra room.. and I know you're glad you didn't have a dog with you."
"Actually, they had a german shepherd and a ferret with them. And a 9 month old baby."
"Wait a minute," she said. "You mean to tell me you just drove across the country with a preschooler, a toddler, an infant, a german shepherd and a ferret, and you're still smiling!?"
Laughing hysterically was more like it. (Emphasis on the hysterical.) We sounded like the Beverly Hillbillies!
"What else can I do? Sure beats crying!"
I didn't tell her that the oldest child had diarrhea, the middle child had pink eye, and I needed to see a dentist immediately. Some things are better left unsaid. "Besides," I decided to say instead, "the weather was great, and we're all alive." With a few more gray hairs maybe, but some very interesting memories.
P.S. - Did I mention my puppy was due to have surgery the following morning? Word to the wise: Never tell a two-year-old "Don't pick up the puppy.. he has stitches on his belly." This is a sure-fire way to ensure the child WILL immediately pick up the puppy to check out his stitches. Who needs reality TV when real life is this exciting?
1 comment:
Oh my, sister....I love it "it beats crying!"
I think that has been my motto for the past few months....although many tears have been shed!
Miss you terribly! Hopefully we'll catch eachother on FB again!!!
Hugs!!!
Gina
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