Friday, December 30, 2005

Larry and I are so glad to be home, in our own house. We're both sounding like George Bailey at the end of It's A Wonderful Life - Hello, drafty old house! Hello, falling down apple tree! All the kitchen chairs are breaking - isn't that terrific! You'd think we'd been away a year instead of a week. It just felt like a year. But we're back. We survived. Some highlights:

Rachel's potty-training progress has gone right down the toilet. I knew we were doomed the first day of our trip when I took her into a rest stop bathroom to go pee. She said, "It smells funny here. I'll pee at home." Good thing I brought some diapers.

We had to caravan, as we can't fit everyone into one vehicle. Even so, both cars were packed full of stuff. Unfortunately, I don't like doing the driving on long trips. My back starts hurting, my knees start hurting, my hips start hurting (no, I'm not done complaining). To top it off, I harbor the conviction that I am going to die of deep-vein thrombosis from sitting in one position too long. So Larry, in a foolish attempt to flatter me, congratulated me on driving all the way from Mass to Maine on the third day. Give me a break - what choice did I have? Refuse to go on and live at Westover Air Force Base the rest of my life? When I pointed this out to Larry, his face lit up and he said, "You're right - it's the deathground principle!" For those of you as uninformed as I am, he was referring to Chinese military strategy as discussed by Sun Tzu (apparently the East's answer to Clausewitz) - it seems Chinese generals would purposely place their troops in positions where they would have to either fight or die - no retreat possible. I don't know whether to feel flattered that I passed the test or annoyed that my husband deems it acceptable to manipulate me using battle tactics he learned at the War College.

Anyway, I survived the drive; I'm sure a few years of therapy (psychological and chiropractic) will undo any damage that's been done.

Anna is apparently the only person in our family to feel inconvenienced by having to share a hotel room with 7 other people. I almost left her behind in Massachusetts.

McDonald's is everywhere, but it is extremely hard to find exactly the same McDonald's as last year - you know, the one with the best playland ever. We had to settle for the second-best playland, which made certain members of our family very sad. The restroom there was pretty good, however.

I spent most of my vacation driving and doing laundry (not at the same time, but wouldn't that be a good idea?). The best laundryroom was at the Air Force base in Massachusetts - 4 stackable washer/dryers in a row, so I could do all our laundry at once. I am definitely installing one of those stackables in our kitchen once all the kids grow up and leave. Then I would never again have to walk into our laundry/utility room/Larry's storage unit. It would be very good for our marriage. I found myself wondering what sort of laundryroom Mrs. Claus has. Does she have to wash all the elves' clothes too, or do their wives do that? Do elves have wives? Does Santa Claus frown on civil unions? These are the sort of questions that run through my mind when I spend most of my Christmas vacation doing laundry.

Uncle Frank is apparently getting more lenient in his dotage. He actually let the kids help decorate the tree this year. Up until now, he has never even let them touch the tree. Maybe it's because we make him watch the Grinch every year, and he's finally taking the hint.

A lot more happened, but I think I am trying to block it out. It's less painful that way. I know I've said this before, but there's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.


  1. OMG - I am so glad that you linked to this post. I needed a laugh, and having been there done that (sortof) and see that someone else has lived through that type of H-E double hockey sticks, LOL, just made my night. It is also nice to see that I am not crazy. Or if I am crazy, I am not the only one whose mind wanders in the most odd directions. After having told others about how my mind likes to take field trips - I will start out thinking about somethign simple like making tea, and somehow end up thinking about mud wrestling in taiwan - (ok not exactly, but you know what I mean) but after having shared that with people, I have gotten the oddest looks and comments so I have learned just to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the ride that my mind takes, and do my best not to laugh out loud at an inappropriate time, LOL.
    Can I also tell you, I had never heard of the Maryland House until just recently when we took the car to the port and my step father stopped for breakfast on the way, and lunch on the way back. He looked forward to stopping at the Maryland House. It was something that he was looking forward to doing once he agreed to trailer the car. Ummm am I the only one who finds it odd that he was excited to eat at a rest stop, LOL.

  2. Funny how you judge McDonalds by their playlands.

  3. What a great post! I read with dread the long drive description; my family is traveling in June from Wisconsin to Maine and from there Nova Scotia. The positive is that we'll be sharing the driving. I'm sure my mind will take many tangents while we're on the long, long roads. Elf civil unions? Why not? :)