About 45 minutes into our 19 hours from Michigan to Texas, Abby announced, “ALL DONE.”
She was quickly appeased with a new movie (thank you, Nemo).
About 47 minutes into our 19 hours fro Michigan to Texas, my husband started a conversation about the family budget and I unbuckled my seatbelt and began to open my passenger door.
Maybe that’s extreme.
But I was in a funk for the next hour, to be sure.
Which is why a conversation shift to political nuances and voting priorities was a little better but not making my life awesome. In fact, I think there were hives.
When I suggested we talk about something else, that I needed to be rescued from the funk, that maybe we tackle the SEX topic (to be funny… I was trying to be funny) and he replied,
“What do you want to know about it?”
Well, that’s when I put my earplugs in and started listening to my book.
It was a great book (Someday Someday Maybe). I highly recommend it, for pleasure or conversation avoidance. Either way.
- Curt and I are still married.
- I still like him very, very much.
- I hate talking about hard, serious, possibly conflicting stuff. In confined spaces. With a boy who’s both smarter than me and more logical and more… calm.
Gideon has been running a 100+ fever since we loaded the car on Friday. Rylie is overwhelmed but so very happy, so grown up, so funny here. Abby and my dad danced yesterday and she smiled- laughed, even.
We’re in a good place.
It’s good to be home.