In celebration of the fact that neither twinsdaddy nor myself are working at the moment; over the past month we’ve taken a number of road trips and generally enjoyed some quality family time. This weekend, that meant a trip to West Sussex for a couple of days at the Goodwood Festival of Speed. The plan was to collect the children from school and head straight down, arriving at our oh-so-expensive rented beach house in time to give the troops a slightly later than normal tea, and then pack them off to bed.
As with all things in twinsmummy’s world, those carefully constructed plans didn’t quite work out as I’d imagined. The first stumbling block being we failed to pack the car with the 17 pieces of luggage needed for a 2 night trip away, and therefore weren’t ready to head off directly from the school run.
Bringing the children back to the cottage to finish the packing, we were then further delayed by the need for snacks, drinks, toilet stops and changes of clothes before we could contemplate getting everyone back into the car.
An hour and 20 minutes later than planned, we finally left home, a mere 25 minutes before the children’s usual tea time…
Within 10 miles I’d handed out all the snacks that had been intended to last the entire weekend, and the twins were growing tetchy as their water consumption was limited to 1 sip at a time in a futile bid to prevent the need for a wee break within the first hour of our journey.
The big brother had asked if we were ‘half of the way there yet?’ every 2 miles since we’d left home, and tempers were beginning to be a little frayed.
With trepidation, we agreed to a game of I-Spy.
Twinsmummy opted for something beginning with the letter ‘M’.
“Moses?”, asked the big brother?
Seriously, I know it’s a Catholic school but what ARE they teaching him?
“Mountain?”, asked twinsdaddy, somewhat optimistically I felt considering we were on the Oxford ring road.
“NO, NO, NO”
5 more minutes of seriously silly guesses and the twins were getting fractious.
“I want a go”, shouted the brunette. “I want a somethingbeginningwith”.
Weary and desperate to keep the peace we patiently explained the rules and she was off.
“I spy with my eye, somethingbeginningwith S”, she announced triumphantly.
“Star car?” (Mercedes to the rest of us.)
“Ok poppet, we give in. What is it?”
“What’s your word?”
“What’s the somethingbeginningwith S?”
“I’ve forgotten”, says the brunette.
Groans all round.
“Are we half way there yet?”, asked the big brother…