I love me a good road trip, but I'm getting tired of long hours of driving through the beautiful landscapes of western America. And I consider us lucky that our parents are split between Oregon and Idaho, and not, say, Oregon and Maine.
Still, it means a lot of driving. At the end of the day yesterday, we got to our stopping point for the night (en route from IF to central Oregon). I was very much looking forward to showering off the hours in the car and changing into some clean undies and comfy pajamas. It was going to be a fresh end for the day.
Well, then I fumbled my clean undies and pajamas on the way into the bathroom and - wait for it - dropped them in the toilet. And the toilet had some unflushed kid pee in it (grr). How does that even happen? I may have let out a wail that was completely disproportional to what had happened, but I had been looking forward to those pajamas SO MUCH. Jeremy kept asking me how I managed to drop them exactly in the toilet. I don't really know. It just happened.
This leg of the road trip comes to an end later today. Hooray!
Still, it means a lot of driving. At the end of the day yesterday, we got to our stopping point for the night (en route from IF to central Oregon). I was very much looking forward to showering off the hours in the car and changing into some clean undies and comfy pajamas. It was going to be a fresh end for the day.
Well, then I fumbled my clean undies and pajamas on the way into the bathroom and - wait for it - dropped them in the toilet. And the toilet had some unflushed kid pee in it (grr). How does that even happen? I may have let out a wail that was completely disproportional to what had happened, but I had been looking forward to those pajamas SO MUCH. Jeremy kept asking me how I managed to drop them exactly in the toilet. I don't really know. It just happened.
This leg of the road trip comes to an end later today. Hooray!