Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards
9 hours on the road. Five kids. By myself.
This is my idea of torture.
Monday morning bright and early, the kids and I (out of outrageous love for my sister and her family) loaded up The Party Bus to head way down south to Baton Rouge. We were really hoping to experience some crazy Cajun stuff while we where there, but for the most part it was uneventful. Once my sister saw a guy walking into her local La Blanc’s grocery with a raccoon on his shoulder. I thought that was both fabulous and horrifying. But alas, no raccoons were sighted on our trip.
The trip down was exhausting but pretty peaceful. The trip back was no joke. The kids were cranky and tired. If I asked, “Did you just treat your brother (or sister) the way you want to be treated?” once, I asked it 50 times. I did manage to dull the pain by donning headphones and listening to an audiobook, however. I look forward to finishing the honest, controversial, and thought provoking “Blue Like Jazz” this week.
Anyone else read it?