The First Mile is the Hardest

We recently experienced all the magic that Disney has to offer.  We were down there for 6 well planned days and had a blast.  Speaking only for myself, I was ready to go, but it was fun and the kids had a ball.  The LW meticulously planned every minute detail of the trip, and did a great job with it.  So much so that the only line we waited in for more than 10 minutes was the bus line so we could get to the park in the morning.  What she did not account for was the first mile of our road trip.

From Atlanta, it is about a 400 mile journey to Orlando, give or take a little.  We had a pile of Disney movies the kids were going to watch on the way, and the LW had gone to the painstaking effort to make sure that each child had their own "goodie bag" in the car to keep them entertained, happy, and busy the entire trip.  And, I have to admit as a non-planner, that she did a great job.  She really knocked it out of the park, with one exception.

We had no sooner pulled out of the driveway and driven more than a mile before Strib had devoured his full sized Three Musketeers Bar from his goodie bag.  He loves them and would eat them with every meal if given the opportunity.  He then reached for his water to wash it down.  The next thing I knew, he was spitting and spewing like a llama in the backseat and cannot get the window down fast enough.  

I, being the calm one of the family, looked in the backseat, assessed the situation as normal, and continued driving.  The LW, not being the calm one, looked in the backseat, assessed the situation, and told me to pull over.  What she knew, and what I did not know, is that the water bottle Strib was drinking out of was actually detergent cleverly disguised as a water bottle.  It has been placed right next to Strib's goodie bag to tempt him.  He got a big swig of that thing, and started making a scene.

Once I finally stopped, and Strib was out of the car spitting in some unsuspecting person's yard, and we got the car cleaned up to the degree we could, we realized there are some things you just can't plan on.  The LW had been working on this trip since November, and had everything dialed in, even the amount of detergent she was expecting to use.  Turns out we came up a little short on detergent, and there is now a big patch of brown grass on the side of the road.  

Next time, I would be willing to bet she puts the detergent in a different bottle, marks it with a skull and crossbones, and stores it under the bags in the back of the car. Personally, I am just glad he didn't get his hands on the other cleverly disguised bottle that was full of what we like to refer to as "Mommy's Little Helper".  That would have made for a long trip.