Road buddies
We just got back from a lovely and exhausting five-day trip to the third ring of hell, otherwise known as Southern California, and I came home to this slightly disturbing realization: Judybat and I are never so in love as when we're not home.There is, it seems, something about being on the road, living out of a suitcase, outside our element, that brings out the best in our relationship. Sure, we have the occasional I'm-tired-and-hungry barking match. But as with most vacations, we spent this one staring googly-eyed at one another and saying things like, "Sometimes I forget how much I love you," and "Does my honeybunch need a nap? Of course I'll stay up with the kids."
What gives? I have several theories. First, being on the road plays to our respective strengths. Judybat packs a mean suitcase, and I have an almost supernatural sense of direction and skill at getting from one strange place to another. (My superhero secret identity: Map Girl!) There's a certain "us against the world" vibe that develops when we're outside our natural surroundings. Also, there are no chores to be done on vacation, which helps maintain domestic harmony given that a certain someone's failure to complete her assigned tasks on a reasonable schedule is usually the only thing we fight about. (Yes, yes, JB, I know that the certain someone is me.)
As for this particular trip, it was great, except for the meltdown TheBoy had during the last 10 minutes of our flight over his sudden need to pee just as the plane was making its final descent. Of course, he was also so tired from staying up until 9 p.m. every night, watching movies whenever he wanted and drinking as much apple juice as his little body would hold that he fell asleep at dinner last night and couldn't be roused even with the promise of lemonade and dessert.
TheGirl was her usual charming self, and particularly seemed to enjoy staying out until 1:30 a.m. at the wedding we attended. Even that, however, wasn't enough to make her sleep through the night.
posted by AnnaRay at 12:58 PM
5 Comments:
You are the ultimate Map Girl. I remember when you were young and we were in San Franscisco. You finally had it with the adults and demanded we give you the map. Yup, you found where we wanted to go. We never questioned your ability again or tried to read a map by ourselves. Good spatial relationsip ability- and people thought you just had verbal intelligence. Mom
Nice. Pig
I surely do sympathize with The Boy. I too always have to pee during the last ten minutes of the flight, no matter how responsible I play it with the apple juice.
The Boy would be well advised to avoid flying into Washington National Airport, just as I do. Bladder issues during final approach there can land you in Gitmo.
Fortunately for those of us who use it often, Washington National has lifted the restrictions that were imposed after September 11. So now you can get up during the last 30 minutes of the flight without being tackled by the air marshals on board!
We had a water bottle with us, and there was just a second in which I thought about letting him use it. After all, his little man parts would certainly fit.
Cooler heads prevailed.
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