Have you ever?

***This post was started a few days ago but I didn't post it for some reason. If for some reason I repeated info or stories from another post I appologize! ***

Have you ever made decisions so quickly that after everything was finalized you knew it was a stupid decision but it was irreversible?

This is how I felt the moment I clicked confirm and booked plane tickets for my Mother in Law and my two boys and I to fly a gazillion miles to Maryland to watch my Kirke graduate from BNCOC (Basic Non-Commissioned Officer Course).

Let me digress. First of all I wanted to fly out to his graduation and then drive back with him when the thought struck me a couple weeks into his training. I figured
Brandy could keep my boys for a couple nights so they didn't miss school and then I'd ride back with Kirke after his graduation. Great plan right? Well MR. Negativity himself jumped into that boat with about as much enthusiasm as dog going to the vet to be put to sleep. I was angry to say the least.

Well sometime a couple weeks back he told me that he had earned the title of "Honor Graduate" for completing the course evaluations with a perfect score. All that remained was their FTX and he was good to go. I told him I'd love to be there for him and this time all of the sudden he was all for it. He called his mom to book a ticket to come hang with the boys so that I could fly out to be with him. She agreed.

Well that sounds super right? Not so much. You see when she called me to make the reservations we got her ticket to Missouri and then I told her he was honor grad and she wanted to come to Maryland too. Soooooo..........we booked four tickets to Maryland from St Louis instead of just one.

Kirke picked us up from the airport and delivered us to the ragedy old hotel. Actualy it wasn't horrible except for the fact that there was no theromostat and it was like walking into the Ice Hotel. Not my idea of comfy cozy. Did I mention this was at about 1:30am?

Kirke had to go back to the barracks for the night (or few hours till he had to be up at 0400). Anyhow we added extra blankets to beds and went to sleep till 0630 when we had to be up to get ready. After the whole day before being spent in airports I wasn't quite prepared for a day spent in the car. We made it about 450 miles yesterday. Then stopped for the night.

Whoever thought that spending this many days in this close proximity to my bratty little boys little angels was a good idea was very very wrong. Not to mention we are crammed into Kirke's old beater 1990 Cadillac. The boys are in the backseat now trying to entertain themselves by making up their own words and poking one another as much as possible. Right now they are playing an interesting game of "Tayton says" basically the rules are Korbin has to do whatever Tayton says the last few minutes of orders have started the same "bite yours (that's right he says it with an "s")....." Last time I looked back was because Tate said "bite yours ear" and I wanted to see Korbin try...he tried but setteled for his shoulder.

When they go back to school I'm sure they will call DFS to come investigate my five year old with bite marks all over himself. Do you suppose they will even believe my story? Probably not but most of the stories from my life are more far fetched than most would consider reality. Those of you who've spent a day with us however know that these are typical everyday happenings for our family.

The MIL is in the backseat trying to sleep. I could not believe when she took the boys into the last gas station that she sent my boys into the mens room alone while she went into the ladies room. I would never ever do this! Am I the only mom who still demands her boys come into the ladies room with me when the dad is gone? If they are the only ones who have to go then fine they can go into the mens room but I'm waiting outside the door. However if I have to go too then it's "sorry Charlie you're going in the ladies room". I am tactful about it, we go into the big stall. They do their business then have to stand and face the door while I do mine. Then we wash our hands (they feel the needs to keep their eyes closed most of the time) and go on our way. I know that no one is going to steal them, tie them up and hurt them or anything else this way right? This world sucks that our kids can't be guaranteed safety in public restrooms but until they are old enough (probably when they are 18 and move out) they are stuck with me! Ok fine how about 10? Is that reasonable.

You have to understand however that my kids have a tendency to flush odd items down the toilet and see how long it takes the sink to overflow. Or better yet to see if the pipes under the sinks are tightened securely or only 5 and 6 yr old hand tight. Trust me I do this in the best interest of everyone.

So back to my poor decision making, I should have insisted that the boys and MIL fly back to STL airport after the graduation and then Kirke and I could have driven back together. Problem here is that I have yet to leave my boys overnight. I know I know I should, I can and I will someday when they go to college or join the Army themselves. Instead I have to share my first few days after a two month separation with my MIL. The only good thing here is that she can see her son now and not be here the day he heads off the giant sandbox in a few weeks or less if I'm cursed with bad luck and might just be.

Okay I'm driving down I70 ready to stuff cheetos in my ears and rip my eyeballs out of my head because it's killing me. Probably from listening to country music the whole trip so far. That alone makes me wanna jump from the vehicle at top speed after 5 minutes an hour or two.

Ok I'm ready to scream so I'm going to end this rambling and go try to homework before my computer battery dies. If you made it this far through my rambling please leave me a comment. A simple "you really are an idiot" will suffice.