Getting there is half the battle. Or starts a battle. Let me explain how family vacations go for us...EVERY time.
Ever since I can remember, leaving for a vacation is guaranteed tears, fights, and hostility. It usually begins with my engineer dad staring at the trunk, and then staring at the 75 suitcases and bags that have to somehow be fit in there. He starts loading the car, muttering profanities under his breath, as he notices the bags my mom or I have tried to sneak into the pile. If you look closely, you'll notice the vein in his forehead pulsing furiously.
While dad is loading the car, my brothers and I start reallllly getting on each others nerves. When the parents have their heads turned we are most likely throwing batteries at each other, then begging the other not to tell when said batteries hit each someone in the head.
So. The car is packed. Everyone is in their assigned seating and we are pulling out of the driveway. Someone forgot something. Vein pulsing intensifies.
15 minutes later.
Someone has to pee (or God forbid go number 2) and we aren't even out of Birmingham. Vein threatens to explode.
Sound familiar to anyone else?
I swore that I would not put my family through that and that any vacation we took would be calm and relaxed.
...then I got married and had children. I am my father. Scary shiz right there. ;p
We leave for Orlando at 7:00am. Lord help us all. We are driving with Jeb, my mom and dad, Brad, and the two babies. In. One. Car. Xanax anyone? - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Okie dokie, so after being having people suggest to me numerous times that I should start a blog, here I am. I am one more person adding my thoughts to the Web..look out world. ;p
So...where to begin? Hmm... *crickets*
I am at the ripe old age of 25 (25? Wait...yeah, 25) and the mother of two beautiful boys. My husband is my high school sweetie and my first love. Most of the time, I feel very overwhelmed - blessed - but overwhelmed. I seriously have no idea what the hell I am doing half of the time, but who does? Hehe...I honestly believe most of us "grown-ups" all walk around all of the time and pray we don't screw up our children. Can I get an amen?
Annnnd here is my sweet little family :) Sweet baby Jeebus I wish my Brad would lose the uni-bomber beard. Gross. He actually is a very attractive man under that rug, ladies. Swear. JUST KIDDING BABE! You know beard or no beard I love you to the moon and back. (I'm really not kidding)
How is that for an introduction? I think it's pretty darn good for a first post if I must say so myself. Just one last thing:
To the following people: -my mother -my father -brothers -in-laws -children -husbands -general population
...please forgive me ahead of time for sharing our lives. I hope you can share the sense of humor I have in all of our daily interactions, and without your quirks and love and (for lack of better phrasing) madness, I would have nothing to fill this blog with. Capeesh? Capeesh.
Uh-oh. A certain someone just informed me that I need to shoot the aliens and monsters in their room. *puts on my men in black glasses and grabs a nerf gun* Bring it on aliens...