a bucket

I figured it out.  I must be a genius.  The recipe for a successful visit to St. Louis two years after a very rough road trip (written in great detail in FamilyPrint) was…A BUCKET.  Of course, the advancing age of the children certainly aided as well.

The only way to get 250 miles by myself smoothly and effectively with as few stops as possible was…A BUCKET.  You can likely guess at this point what our bucket was used for. 

My kids pee often.  It doesn’t matter if they drink or not.  They just pee a lot.  Every single one of them.  Heck if I was going to stop every 30 miles!

I am kind of militant when it comes to road trips though.  I tend to dehydrate myself on most trips.  Tim is the opposite.  It is excruciating.

I padded the bucket with paper towels (each time), placed it ontop of a thick towel, and we were golden.  Down the road we went to visit the Parker’s.

Susan and I have known each other since first grade.  She is my oldest (well…longest) friend.  I love her.  In eleven years, we have had eight children (Macie, Briggs, Chase, Owen, Gage, Emerson, Campbell and Avery). 

Surprisingly, it went well.  The kids had a great time.  There were few arguments, and we were actually able to talk. 

My favorite moment occured just before our departurewhen Owen decided to stick the head of an army man up his nose.  Amazing how life is never dull and how the issues are always changing.

2 Responses to “a bucket”

  1. Molly Logan Anderson Says:

    I needed that darn bucket on our travels as well. It’s the HUSBAND who has the smallest bladder in this family.

    Wish I could’ve been there!


  2. Susan Sedita-Parker Says:

    molly-our crews together would have had a blast! we have to make it happen sometime!!!


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