I have been lamenting the fact that I don't have an internet connection and in order to give you all an update (as much as I'd like to) I'd have to cajole Baby back into her car seat. For now that just isn't happening. Unbelievably as I sat down to add up our trip expenses in the living room I saw that I had access to someone's wireless network. Who knows how long this will last. I'm going to try to spit it all out as quickly as possible.
After we last spoke (so to speak) I had our final leg of driving. That morning Baby screamed and writhed for TWENTY FREAKING MINUTES (you know full well that I am not exaggerating) while I tried to wrestle her into her carseat. That is not easy... in case you didn't know. You can't just buckle them down... they have to actually be in the right position to latch everything. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat and in a pretty terrible mood. She was so hysterical that eventually our old neighbor (that we liked to call The Colonel due to his immaculate lawn featuring a large flagpole) actually came out to see what on Earth was going on.
I wish that had been the end of it. But it wasn't. I had to go grocery shopping, and visit one more friend, each stop requiring yet another forceful carseat throwdown. Finally she gave in and we made our 4.5 hour trek up to the cottage in relative peace and quiet.
I'm not going to lie, for the majority of this trip, I have wanted to buckle her in and turn back for home. Things have not been easy... on her... or me. I've had to put in long haul trucker like road hours with one hand handing out Teddy Grahams and the other changing DVDs. All with almost NO sleep. It's been hard for me to keep my cool day in and day out while still having my buttons pushed (hard) by Baby. Kid, on the other hand, has been perfect... thank you, God.
When we arrived up here only The Cougar was here. That was perfect. Baby had recently seen the cougar when she and my mother came down so there was still some familiarity there. Part of the problem for Baby is that we keep walking into a houseful of eager strangers. That and staying in the attic room in PA with the legitimately scary shadows (for real... she said they looked like Monster fingers and I was like... word to that.) Plus the complete lack of ability to foresee an end to her suffering... after day 2 of driving I think Baby pretty much felt like tossing me an f-bomb and declaring me a liar. You know, like if you call this shit a vacation I'm going home. And who could blame her?
Baby did wake up the first night in our new digs screaming, as has become her signature, but last night she slept pretty peacefully. I think there is hope that she is getting adjusted and if we just stay out of the car for a couple days she might regain hope that we haven't in fact become gypsies (so much for my dream of RV living).
That's all for now. I've got pictures and family dynamics to report on soon! I'm hoping I"ll still have this connection at least through the weekend (assuming it's coming from the neighboring cottage).
Hope all is well with you and that you enjoy the long weekend (the American readers anyway).