Last Friday I pulled Emmett out of school at lunchtime, loaded up the old minivan and headed Up North. My mom had the weekend off, and we rarely visit, so I bit the bullet and made my first solo trip with the kids. Richard stayed home and hung out with his buddies and did some home-repair projects that would be hard to do with kids underfoot.
My car is old. I do not have a portable DVD player. You can't even get radio or cel reception on parts of the drive to my mom's place. I kept the kids entertained by singing along to their CDs at the top of my lungs, providing fresh colouring books and crayons, and lots of snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. At one point on the way home I had to listen to Matthew tell a knock knock joke for an hour which was rather traumatizing, but if that is the worst that happened, I think we did pretty well!
When we got there I had playdates lined up with some friends. One old high school chum has three little ones of her own and a lovely farm with a dugout where my urban kids got to do country-kid things like catch tadpoles and chase new kittens.
One of the friends we played with took me running. It was a lovely way to wake up on a Sunday morning--running just out of town and smelling fresh grass and trees before the heat of the day set in.
I also got to meet in person someone I have only ever talked to through our blogs. We sat in a coffee shop with my running partner (small world--they are friends too) for four hours! I am so glad we got to meet face to face and hope that won't be the last time.
I am glad I finally found my courage to make the trip.