I think I’ve said it before, but we are a traveling family in December. We pack up like a herd of nomads in Mongolia (minus the tent and pooping on the ground thing) and head for relatives around the Lone Star state. My kids have six sets of grandparents. Kev’s parents (mom-stepdad, mom-stepmom), my parents (dad-stepmom, mom, adopted grandpa, ex-stepdad-step-mom). Unfortunately, the only one of their great-grands left is my step-grandma in Florida. They have only met her once at my sister’s wedding. Needless to say, my kids lack for nothing at Christmas time, that is for sure… if only we can keep the vehicles filled with gas and the laundry done enough to fill our suitcases. Spending time on the road is not a big deal for us because it is all we have ever known.
So this is December. Another trip around the ribbon of freeway that holds Texas together is under-way. We left Friday last and are heading home early – today most likely. Thanks for allowing me room to enjoy my ‘holidays’… although sometimes vacationing feels more like work than working. If that makes sense? See you from the bee-hive soon!