I pulled in to my in-laws' house at 2 a.m. Monday morning. I should have arrived (by my calculations, which are sketchy, I admit) between midnight and 1. I have no idea why I was an hour later than I had expected, except to say the the Pennsylvania Turnpike is a never-ending highway. Like the loaves and the fishes (as my mother pointed out), it was simply creating more highway beneath my wheels as I drove, because why on earth else would it take me an entire extra hour to drive from Wheeling, W.V, to the Reading exit?
It was ok though, because I stopped at a quick-mart for gas, and bought a bottle of some totally disgusting energy drink that promised me 5 hours of energy, without sugar or caffeine, and no let down at the end. I have no idea what was in it. It was "grape" flavoured, tasted totally disgusting, and worked. I'm trying not to think beyond that, about what I might actually have consumed. I wouldn't have done it if I were pregnant, but since it's just me we're thinking of here, I decided it was worth it. I was in possession of a car full of tired, sleeping children, and a cat who had been in his carrier (which he hates) since 8:00 that morning. We got on the road at noon, and he yowled pretty much non-stop, all the way to PA. (He hates travelling in the car, too.)
My options were the potion, or a hotel. And there was no way I was leaving my poor cat in his carrier all night, and no possibility of getting him back in it the next day without one of us being scarred for life. So I drank it, turned on country radio, and drove.
The Monkeys all woke up about 1:20, not too impressed with the fact that we were still on the road. I promised them the exit was coming right up, and then told them how their Daddy whips around the curves on 568 whenever we're heading this way. Always makes me nervous, but it's a road he knows and loves. I was a bit more circumspect, since I could feel my buzz beginning to wear off. The last thing I needed at that ridiculous hour, in that situation, was to flip us all off the road. 'Though we were wedged in so tightly with everything we packed, we probably wouldn't have moved at all as the car tumbled down the hill. Ridiculous.
Moral of the Story: Check Your Spam Folder
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