Who in the universe would agree to take a 21-month-old on a 16+ hour car ride with around 36 hours notice? You guessed it! ME! Colter and I are taking a spur-of-the-moment spring break trip to Arches National Park in Utah with my parents, my brother, and my sister. They’ve had the trip planned for months and my sister’s boyfriend was supposed to go along. He backed out at the last minute (He’s in BIG trouble), so there’s room for Colter and me. My dad rarely goes on family vacations because he’s a workaholic, so I want to go, but at the same time I’m wondering what in the world I’m getting myself into. John has to work and can’t go with us. Colter won’t get to see his daddy for a whole week! I won’t get to see my husband for a WHOLE WEEK! I kinda like that guy and am used to seeing him EVERY DAY. I’m a big girl though. I didn’t cry when we said good-bye this morning. Okay, so I did.
I have no idea how Colter is going to handle being in the car for over 16 hours. That’s a long time! I think I’ve got lots of stuff to entertain him with, but we’ll see. I hope he doesn’t scream the whole way because we might end up having to stay in Utah. Then I’d really miss John.
If you have a moment to spare, pray that Colter does all right on the really, really long car trips there and back and that we stay safe. I’ll try to post some pictures of arches if Utah has the Internet. :)