So have you ever been to a Busy Bee rest stop?
I have discussed this before but it's worth re-mentioning. It's a gas/convenience/food/gift kind of place on the interstate and this is the bathroom. I hear it is referred to as the Stalls Mahal. No shit. Las Vegas lighting, living plants, real doors into real rooms.
No stinkin' stalls at the Busy Bee!
You can buy just about anything at the Busy Bee and we bought a few items when we stopped on our way over to Jacksonville. Honey mustard pretzels, coffee, a game of Crazy Eights, a bag of rocks.
Mer was feeling loose with the money and generous with the spoiling.
I could have bought a set of china there but it wasn't in a pattern I particularly liked.
It was awesome.
So the drive was very pleasant. Owen said twice, "I'm in heaven!" as he ate his beef jerky and pretzels and listened to Harry Potter and played a game on my iPad and had my full attention for two hours. We got to Jacksonville early and found a little park right near the clinic which was just super and a perfect place to let Owen and Maggie get some ya-ya's out.
We were all starving, despite the snackage in the car, when we left the clinic and found a nearby Mexican restaurant that wasn't too bad. We all ate too much there. Also, Maggie knocked over a cup of water and then, in solidarity, I knocked over my cup of tea.
"I bet they'll be glad when we leave," said Lily.
I bet she was right.
The drive home seemed to take longer and Owen never did fall asleep in the car. In fact, he got a sort of second wind and went a little crazy but it was okay. We stopped at the Busy Bee on our way home because we needed to pee anyway, so why not pee at the best place?
Here. I took this picture of Owen.
And now I'm home and absolutely exhausted and tomorrow's going to be another long day. Both Lily and Maggie have doctor appointments, both just regular check-up things, and so there will be baby-sitting and kid-picking up and more baby-sitting and it'll be fine. We might even fit lunch in there somewhere.
Owen held up like a trouper today although he said that the EEG leads on his head actually hurt (they wrapped his head in gauze to hold them in place firmly) and when he came out of that room, he came right to me and crawled up into my lap. He'd fallen asleep during part of it, and was supposed to be awake for part of it and when they woke him up, he did not want to wake up at all. He was dead tired, so that was troublesome and miserable for him but I cuddled him for a moment and then he was all right and ready to rumble.
Maggie was a good baby girl. She slept most of the way there and some of the way back and toddled around the waiting area and charmed everyone and we shared pretzels on the way back because of course WE BOUGHT MORE SNACKS AT THE BUSY BEE ON THE RETURN VISIT!
I feel like I may never eat again.
Oh wait. Mr. Moon needs some supper.
Frozen pizza for that man tonight! Let us continue the theme of processed foods!
I am very proud of my boy. He was brave and he was funny and he was happy and he was sweet. And okay, a little manic but that's what happens when you're sleep-deprived and sugar-overloaded.
We all survived and truthfully, there were some mighty fine moments in the day.
You might even say...heavenly.
Love...Tired Old Mer