My own personal packing was done in about 5 minutes flat as the laden down car practically reversed out the driveway without me. With every available space in our red bus filled, and a bum on every seat, we set off on our marathon journey.
Car trips have taken on a new meaning since the children’s arrival. Gone are the days of leisurely drives. Nowadays it’s all about bribery and distraction and trying to make sure child number six doesn’t swipe child number seven’s soother en route!
mind a city! “I’ll really miss you when you die mum†the five year old continued, “I think you’ll probably be 109†“I think Ireland might be a planet sometimes†he added. This comment was enough to bring the seven and ten year olds in on the conversation. “Ireland is not a planet†they roared in unison.
Undeterred by his brothers, the five year old continued “yes I think it is a planet, but I don’t think foxes are realâ€. The seven year old wasn’t entertaining this notion at all “of course they’re real†he said “I’ve seen one†“Yes, but he was probably trying to sneak up on you like a mud monster†the five year old replied. “I love Spiderman†said the three year old. “I’m going to be a daddy when I grow up†said the five year old, “not a mummy, because I have a willy, like Spidermanâ€. “I love Spiderman”, said the three year old once again.
I attempted a little gentle persuasion to encourage the younger children in particular to go asleep and said that their daddy and I would carry them into bed once we arrived. “But we’re not tired†the five year old protested “we just have itchy eyelashes.â€