January 10, 2010
This week I am taking Argy and Bargy on a road trip. We'll be packing the car and driving four hours west to a lovely regional town. But sans Mr Hoppo Bumpo.
Now I have to say that the children and I drive about frequently without Mr HB. We need to drive to get to the kindergarten. We sometimes drive to see friends on the other side of town. And often we have to drive to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping.
And every trip in recollection has been without incident.
But somehow, when I start thinking about the four hour bit I get just a little spooked. The ghosts of previous journeys - especially ones where I was the sole driver - haunt me.
So I've had my fair share of small passengers with their head in a bucket. Not so bad I guess - we've all been there.
Likewise, I guess most of us would have at some point driven 75km east instead of north. An easy mistake.
And haven't we all accidentally driven into a pine plantation and had to do a 43 point turn to get out ... with a trailer? Yes, I thought so.
But here I think my driving stories start to deviate.
Not so many people would have developed food poisoning ... whilst driving 200km on their own.
Or stopped their rental car for a nanna nap only to find that they didn't know how to get the car into reverse. (Its always handy to find the car manual before resorting to driving forward through a manicured garden bed).
And I guess even fewer would have found themselves on a busy English motorway, in a rental car that has the sunroof stuck in the open position. With rain pouring in. (Oh how I cried).
Yes, its a little hard to forget those trips. But this one should be different; better; tamer. Its a road traversed many times. And the same car that we take on the kindergarten run: one without a sunroof and where I have an excellent command of reverse.
And then there are the passengers - the same 3 and 4 year old that I travel with everywhere.
What could possibly go wrong?
See you again soon (unless we are lost in a pine plantation).