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4:45pm
Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 931.3
chicken nuggets – 8
cups of coffee – 4.5

Let’s face it, driving in Illinois is boring. Some people can’t get enough of wide open spaces and farmland; I’m not one of them. So far I’ve gotten to enjoy several hours of smelling wild onions, refineries, and cows. Otherwise we’re all just fine and the boys are coping well. I’m estimating three hours until our arrival at my father’s.

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 693.1
Cups of Coffee – 3
Chicken Nuggets – 0

I haven’t been to Ft. Campbell in eleven years, but it looks about the same as my last visit. In highschool I was on the JROTC drill team and the Ft. Cambell drill meet was the highlight of our year. We’re definitely leaving the South as the omnipresent Waffle Houses are becoming sparse. The boys are holding up and we even had a “driving buddy” for a while. It’s always fun to have those weird little “Hey we’re going the same way, let’s speed together” relationships. It’s always a little disappointing when their exit is closer than my own.

We’re in good spirts and the weather is beautiful.

8:30am
Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 604.2
cups of coffee – 3*
chicken nuggets – 0

A big thank you to Ivy and family who so graciously opened their home to us. I do believe I stole her cats’ favorite sleeping spot and they took great pains to remind me how inconsiderate I was being. I’m sorry Spike and Simon, I know you like sleeping, but I like breathing more; deal with it. The car is trashed, the crumbs have tribble-like reproduction.

Today’s goal is Joliet, IL.

*This must be remedied shortly, but despite all of her good points Ivy doesn’t like coffee. Weirdo.

I was so excited to pull into Bad bad Ivy’s that I forgot to check the mileage. We’ll call it. . . a lot.

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Cups of Coffee – 3
Chicken Nuggets – 0*
Toddler Meltdowns – 2

It’s always good to see Ivy, even for a brief visit. We met online while pregnant with our three year-olds. Staying with her is like visiting an old friend, with none of the uncomfortable silences.

I consider today’s adventure a roaring success and can only hope that the next two days are as uneventful.

*I consider this a small victory!

420.8 miles
0 nuggets
2.5 cups of coffee
2 toddler meltdowns
Pilot’s kenyan blend stinks! However the truck drivers I’ve met while the
kids act like they have lost their collective minds have been wonderful. They help with the juggling act that is purchasing coffee with a stir crazy baby.

On to Nashville!

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Cups of coffee – 2
Chicken Nuggets – 0
Toddler meltdowns – 1

Miles – 315.1

Dear Man Texting in the tan Ford Taurus,
Please pick a lane and do not assume that I am willing to share mine.
Have a lovely day,

Frazzled Mom Who resisted the urge to use sign language in front of the kids

Dear Krystal Burgers,
Is your wi-fi free due to it’s inaccessibility?
Thanks a bunch,
the woman who is sorry she bought the soda

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Cups of Coffee -1
Chicken Nuggets – 0
Toddler Meltdowns – 1
Miles – 75

Those little magnetic strips on credit cards never seem important until they break. Thankfully I decided to top off the car before I left town. Unfortunately this involved a detour to Huger and back. Ivy, we’ll get there, I promise.

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 0
Cups of Coffee – 1
Chicken Nuggets – 0
Toddler Meltdowns – 1
Weather – Misty

We’re off, teeth brushed, faces shining, we’re pulling out of the driveway! I’ll check in the next time I have wi-fi!

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 0

Cups of Coffee* – 0.5
Chicken Nuggets Purchased – 0

We’re all packed; the boys are still sleeping. We are heading out after breakfast. I have two quick stops before I can leave town. Apparently Piggly Wiggly doesn’t carry the little boxes of milk so Bi-Lo here we come.
My big goal of the day is to reach Nashville, TN. We’ll be spending the night with my friend Ivy. It’s typically a nine hour drive, but I’m not going to push things. We’re going to take the Atlanta route, it is a little faster. We’ll come home through Asheville.

I hear the little one stirring. I’ll check in soon.

*I feel the need to explain my “cup” of coffee. It is less like a mug and far more like a Venti. I however choose to not waste money on Starbucks** so it tastes a lot like Folgers.

**often

I’m the number one page for ‘retarded basset hounds!”

In honor of that, here they are!