Sunday, July 09, 2006
Dramamine and the DVD
When Ace and I went down to his parents "lake house" (read: a three bedroom pretty nice cabin but it scares the bejeebus out of me because it is built DIRECTLY into a hill and has about 1000 stairs that go straight downward that don't like me and make me fall on their slicker than snot steps to only have me put my tail between my legs and have my MIL dress my wounds for me) ... where was I?
Oh yeah ... the house. We took a trip down there, and it is a good 7 hour drive, but we broke it up and stayed in that town where they Run for the Roses every year. We had discovered a few years prior to this trip that the Door Man gets carsick. And does he ever get sick....
So, I have started doping him up with Dramamine. You never know when he might light up, so he gets a dose when we start off for someplace, and a dose for when we head on home.
I want to know who is responsible for not putting this out in some parent newsletter somewhere: Dramamine makes kids SLEEPY. And they don't have a fighting bone in their body. And when you pair that with a DVD player, SpongeBob SquarePants, and some headphones, you have the makings of a trip made in Heaven. Oh ... and I don't give them the medication just so I can have a peacful trip ... I give it so I don't have to sit there playing catch with projectile vomit.
Oh .... and just in case you wanted to see those stairs
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Just don't let me stand next to a computer monitor...
Give her some love!
Pass the bong but don't tell the Pastor
Don't forget about my renter!
Things we get honestly
and to end the evening ...
Feeding the mosquitos ... one kid at a time
You know it is time to leave the family get togeth...
Tell 'em Jimmy Honk sent you
And with a dismissive wave of the hand...