Did you ever see the movie "National Lampoon's Vacation"?... Well we are on our Christmas vacation to Texas and it feels alot like that. You'll have to go to my hubby's blog to hear the narrated version. I will begin the story with some preliminary information.
We prayed and discussed which car we thought would make it to Texas, and which car would cost less to fix if it blew up on the side of the road. The older car, 1994 Plymouth Grand Voyager with only 168,000 miles, beat out the newer model, 1996 Dodge Grand Caravan with 254,000 miles, because the older car only had an axel problem and the newer car had a transmission problem... lesser of the two evils. So we chose the older car, and so far we have made it to Texas, but it has been an adventure to say the least and it has had nothing to do with the car.
After getting off late, turning around three times because we forgot stuff, lots of throwup from a flu but that hit the whole family for at least 4 days, having to go shopping for all the things we did forget, a wrong turn costing us two hours with a sick family, bringing all the wrong clothes for 50 degree weather and it being in the 70's and 80's, no air conditioning because all the freeon leaked out of our car, a trip to the emergency room for a dog bite (our oldest son got bit and scratched pretty bad by Grandpa's dog), and... well this is just the highlights and our trip is only halfway done and I just smile and laugh everytime another situations arises. You have to go read my Hubby's blog to get the details.
Even when we were throwing up in ziplock baggies and not even slowing down for someone who got sick... it became quite humorous; especially sitting in the emergency room... it makes me laugh even just writing about it. I can't even imagine that anything else could happen... but I have learned not to hold my breath, because I could pass out and die waiting for "normal" to hit my family.