Following
Snow plows are good to follow, 25 mph or no. Reminded me of a bus I followed. Wasband was in the Navy and would be gone for 3 months and thence to another duty station. So I wrote my mother to see if I could come stay with them for 3 months. It was. So here I am with a box lunch packed by one of the other Navy wives (fried chicken, bread and butter sandwiches!, cookies, napkins) in the front on the floor, daughter in car seat in the front (she’s almost a year old), 3 little boys 5-4-3 in the back seat which was built up w/crib mattress on the road from Memphis TN to Flint MI. Got to the motel the first night, two younger boys went right to sleep, oldest and daughter still awake but she was fussy. Told oldest, can you keep awake until she goes to sleep – it wasn’t going to be too long, and he said he good, and I was asleep right away. But I followed buses both days. Had pulled over to change Debbie’s diaper, bus went past but slowly. Driver looked at me, eyebrows raised (did I need help?) so I held up the diaper and shook my head. He and front couple of rows passengers all got chuckle out of that. So did I. It was a good trip, too. Kids behaved very well. They were even quiet when I told them (like driving through Indianapolis). My bribe did the trick – ice cream on the other side of the city. Lunch was at the pointed end of an extremely long skinny corner gas station. When I got everything loaded back up and drove up to the office to toss the trash, they were chuckling about organization, kids etc., and I said a mom had to have organization when she was overrun w/kids or total chaos was the game. We all had a laugh, they were very pleasant and off I went again.
I ALMOST miss those days.
But not quite.