July 3rd
Mile .01 – snag some movies and portable DVD players from friend Amanda. God Bless you, Friend Amanda. Because of you, I might not kill my kids during the next week and a half.
Mile 220: Nashville!
We pulled in blaring a little Shania Twain ‘cause that’s okay when you
are in Nashville! but lame when you are in the ATL. In the pouring rain we managed to harness all
of the technology at our fingertips (laptop, wireless card, cell phone) and
book a hotel close to the interstate. You don’t realize how freaking loud your
children are until you get them sequestered in a hotel room. Even if it is a
moderately sized hotel room, it automatically feels like you are crammed in a
portoilette, a portoilette full of extraneous stuffed animals that you told
husband not to let the kids bring to the porta potty, but he caved and now you
have 23 stuffed animals to keep track of in this tiny, loud portajohn. The moment of panic came when said portotel
made you PAY for kid channels. NOT. ONE.FREE. KID. CHANNEL. I mean, we had
already shelled out $40 for a fair to middling bottle of wine, I was not paying
for Good Luck, I Carly while you're at Camp Rock. You
have to consider your priorities when in a PortoJohn with 15 children and 38
stuffed animals, plus McKenna and her crutches. My moment of Zen came when
Austin City Limits came on public television and it was Gillian Welch/John
What’s his name and the Decemberists. Charlotte asked when Taylor Swift was
going to be on. “NEVER”, I shouted. “BWHAAAHAHA”. Tonight, fair child, decent
music will abound! Because, we are in Nashville!
I take back the Taylor Swift comment. As the girls have aged, I've grown to appreciate the work ethic of T-Swizzle and her ability to not be a straight up skank (like many of her famous peers). Long live Tay-Tay!
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