But We Remembered the Water
If you are ever interested in tearing your family apart and then building them back up within the span of three days, I highly recommend signing your daughter up for a year of synchronized swimming – a year that culminates in a regional competition six hours from your home.
The time frames in the above paragraph are vital for this recipe for disaster. If your daughter participates for less than a year in this sport, then chances are she will not participate in any high stakes competitions. And if the high stakes competition happens too close to home, you won’t have the joy of spending six hours in the car with a husband who is usually quite mild mannered but turns into a wannabe serial murderer when idiots cut him off, go too slow, tailgate him, or – God forbid – refuse to get out of the way on a long stretch of two-lane highway.
If the competition is more than six hours away, you will most likely choose to fly to the location, which I’m pretty certain, causes less family friction than the scenario in the above paragraph unless there are all sorts of ridiculous airline delays. But these days, despite what you have heard, airlines are so unpredictable that it is impossible to count on a conflict-causing trip when you really need it, so the six hour car trip is really more reliable.
Not including our two dogs, we are a family of three. Two of us are anal retentive in very different ways. I am extremely TIME oriented (due to my Dorfenbergerthalamus), while my husband, dear Cap’n Firepants, a child of Depression parents, is fearful that we will starve whenever we travel away from our home for more than 15 minutes.
So, when we prepare for a trip, I grow increasingly impatient that
myour planned departure time is drawing near while Cap’n Firepants is raiding the pantry and stocking the ice chest with every possible portable ration.
Our daughter, Dimples, cares only that she has something to do while she is in the car.
So, as we packed the car for our trip to the Regional Synchronized Swimming championships in Dallas this weekend, Dimples was stocking her activity bag while I was impatiently sitting on my packed suitcase at the front door, and Cap’n Firepants was trying to decide if we needed to take 1 or 2 cases of bottled water for our travels to the distant suburb of Irving, Texas – where we later discovered they actually allow for grocery stores in their zoning laws, too.
To be fair, I had given Dimples a three page list that we had been emailed two days before of Important Items to Bring, and she had dutifully packed all of the highlighted items. Not quite at the rate I would have liked, but it was done.
I finally snapped enough at everyone’s heels enough to get us on the road so we could arrive in time to be there at least three hours before the required time for the Team Meeting at our hotel. Husband and daughter were both grateful, I am sure, for my many sighs during our lunch at a Dairy Queen that got them finished with their gourmet banquet in record time.
We made it to the Team Meeting 2 minutes before 7. It started 20 minutes after 7:00. Fortunately there were a few other timely families in the hotel lobby for us to socialize with during the interim as the three of us were barely speaking to each other by that point.
After receiving our Important Instructions for the following day, we went up to the room so Dimples and her duet partner could “walk the routine”.
While the girls were practicing, a sickening feeling occurred to me.
The duet partner and her mom left, and I was left alone again with our family in the room.
I cleared my throat after doing a quick scan of the luggage and food supplies. “Uh, okay. Nobody panic.” This is always a great way to get people to panic, by the way.
“Did anyone happen to remember to put Dimples’ swim bag in the car?”
Ah yes. The swim bag. You know, for the Synchronized Swimming Competition.
Posted on May 6, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 34 Comments.
Quite a cliffhanger, huh?
Oh no…did you find it?
Sure. When we got home two days later!
Ok No body panic!!!
I can’t handle the suspense… !!! AARGHHHH!!!
I know. It’s a real nail biter, isn’t it? 😉
Yep. We are great at packing – the things we don’t really need.
Dimples probably wouldn’t mind a last minute shopping spree.
But Mom and Dad would!
what a ker-fuffle so glad it was you and not me. \but it all turned out ok in the end!!!!
It’s all about making memories, right?
Ha! That is just the way things go, isn’t it? How did you manage to get a photo of my Mini on our last camping trip? Swore my car was blue, but that has to be mine 🙂 Glad you all survived the journey!
Haha! If I were going camping, I would need at least 2 cars full of stuff to help me survive the great outdoors.
At least you remembered Dimples 🙂
Good point, Bassa! Though that would have made for a far funnier post if we hadn’t!
First of all, there’s got to be easier ways to tear your family apart and rebuild in three days. Bad cooking, for example.
Second of all, maybe a certain someone forgot to put a certain something on a certain three page list.
I’ve tried the bad cooking, and it doesn’t seem to upset my family nearly as much as it should.
Everything was on the list that you should pack in your bags. Unfortunately, no one thought we would be stupid enough to forget the actual bags.
Do I hear an echo? That was the exact scream recorded on radar in Irving, Texas that night.
Ahhh yes… Long drives are always fun. Tammy and I may have one coming up at the end of the month and my head is already spinning at the amount of blog material I should get out of it. haha…
Just be careful, or she will make you drive all by yourself!
If I were on that trip, I’d be smoking even more than usual.
Since I’m reading this a day after it went up, I reeeaaally hope the next part is already up…
I am sure that the suspense was killing you, Guap!
Oh my gosh, please say that this ended well?!
Hmm. Define “well”.
Wow look at all that stuff. Sounds like quite an experience!
Bella and DiDi
That small list is a fraction of what we had to bring!
seriously – how did this turn out! awesome post by the way…
I sent my husband back home to get it. LOL!
okay. phew. I can rest now…great post!
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