"Yes, we live in a car"

Becca continues to think that we live in our car.  I guess being buckled in a car for 4 days non-stop will do that to a 5-year old.  Just tonight Becca reminded us of just how unsettled our living situation is right now:  we passed by a hotel on our way back to Aunt Velma's house and Becca asked, "Is that where we're going to sleep tonight?"

Poor child.  I feel her uneasiness.  I just can't help but wish that the girls and I were back in Utah while we closed on our house here in South Carolina.  I mean, I'm just no good here; I could have been very useful back home still working and caring for the girls instead of experiencing cabin fever here. Lovey's gone to work @ o'dark hundred and comes home @ o'dark hundred. Enough.

During our cross-country excursion to South Carolina, we ate at many-a-food-joints, one of them being Denny's.  It was late as we rolled into Columbia, Missouri, and we were exhausted and famished.  Breakfast food sounded good, and Denny's is always open, so we hit it.  Our two little rag-a-muffins in tow, Lovey ordered waters all around and then Becca interrupted to inform our waitress, "Did you know we live in our car? We just drive and drive and never stop!  We live in our car."

Bless her little heart (I can say that again since I'm back in the South).  Poor Becca!  Lovey kindly explained to our sympathetic waitress that we're moving across the country and we still have a couple days ahead before we get to our destination.  And Becca piped right back in with, "Yeah, but sometimes we sleep in a hotel!  We are so lucky."

Here's that "lucky" little girl doing her homework: writing her full given name (could you imagine if I had the poor child write all her nick names too?!); numbers 1 - 20, and our phone number with the words Phone Number beneath.  She did a great job, not to mention she held out to the bitter end to eat her treat - good 'ole trail mix loaded with extra M&M's (left over from our life in the car).

  

 

  

Now, I do have TWO children.  Mary-Gail is a free spirit who needs reigning in sometimes.  And, she always needs a siesta (saying the word "NAP" emits high-pitched whining and wailing and gnashing of teeth!)  Siestas help my Mary-Gail to not be so contrary.  Here she is doing her homework: a much needed afternoon nap!

 

In all seriousness though, once Mary-Gail's spritis were rejuvenated, she did her homework too.  And totally surprised me by waiting to eat her treat until all her names, numbers and phone numbers were written.  Whoo-hoo!

 

Sharp girl!