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 childrenâ€™s arrival.Â Gone are the days of leisurely drives.Â Nowadays itâ€™s all about bribery and distraction and trying to make sure child number six doesnâ€™t swipe child number sevenâ€™s soother en route!
mind a city! â€œIâ€™ll really miss you when you die mumâ€ the five year old continued, â€œI think youâ€™ll probably be 109â€ â€œI think Ireland might be a planet sometimesâ€ he added. This comment was enough to bring the seven and ten year olds in on the conversation. â€œIreland is not a planetâ€ they roared in unison.
Undeterred by his brothers, the five year old continued â€œyes I think it is a planet, but I donâ€™t think foxes are realâ€. The seven year old wasnâ€™t entertaining this notion at all â€œof course theyâ€™re realâ€ he said â€œIâ€™ve seen oneâ€ â€œYes, but he was probably trying to sneak up on you like a mud monsterâ€ the five year old replied. â€œI love Spidermanâ€ said the three year old. â€œIâ€™m going to be a daddy when I grow upâ€ said the five year old, â€œnot a mummy, because I have a willy, like Spidermanâ€. â€œI 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. â€œBut weâ€™re not tiredâ€ the five year old protested â€œwe just have itchy eyelashes.â€