Considering we were leaving for our family vacation today and taking our five children, of various ages, a feat within itself, we were extremely relaxed. We were headed across the country to San Francisco.
John had a typical work day of things to do and he still had to pack. James only wanted to find more frogs and play outside. I had a few little things to do, apply to a few jobs, post a blog, pay a bill, schedule long term airport parking, confirm a vegas show reservation. Nothing was of dire importance, yet it all got done.
We did not need to leave until 1:30 to get the kids. John and I simultaneously buttoned up the camper, emptied trash, turned power outlets off, shut water, turned the hot water heater off, raised the AC and cleaned the last bit that needed to be cleaned inside the camper. James' bike was stored underneath the camper, and a few other items were brought inside. It all felt effortless.
The last little thing I thought to check was James bucket of frogs, did he set them free? I checked and of course he had not done what he was told to do. There were four sweet little frogs in the bucket. I let them go and planned to have a talk with my son.
James with no concern whatsoever told me he had let the frogs free. I threatened to go check and he came clean, with a few leading questions he finally admitted he left the frogs in the bucket. My sonthe self proclaimed frog killer. He loves those little jumpers and I'm not sure he understood the true fate of his friends by leaving them in the bucket for ten days with no food or water.
John had a typical work day of things to do and he still had to pack. James only wanted to find more frogs and play outside. I had a few little things to do, apply to a few jobs, post a blog, pay a bill, schedule long term airport parking, confirm a vegas show reservation. Nothing was of dire importance, yet it all got done.
We did not need to leave until 1:30 to get the kids. John and I simultaneously buttoned up the camper, emptied trash, turned power outlets off, shut water, turned the hot water heater off, raised the AC and cleaned the last bit that needed to be cleaned inside the camper. James' bike was stored underneath the camper, and a few other items were brought inside. It all felt effortless.
The last little thing I thought to check was James bucket of frogs, did he set them free? I checked and of course he had not done what he was told to do. There were four sweet little frogs in the bucket. I let them go and planned to have a talk with my son.
James with no concern whatsoever told me he had let the frogs free. I threatened to go check and he came clean, with a few leading questions he finally admitted he left the frogs in the bucket. My sonthe self proclaimed frog killer. He loves those little jumpers and I'm not sure he understood the true fate of his friends by leaving them in the bucket for ten days with no food or water.
We continued on our journey, a long plane ride a crazy cab ride and five sleepy children later we crashed in our hotel in downtown San Francisco. The adventure was ready to begin, but only after a good nights sleep. Dreams of frogs and campers and unusual neighbors were far behind us, to make room for new dreamswhich were on the horizon.
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