Tuesday, May 29, 2012


I took this yesterday and typed up a whole nifty post on my phone on the way home from our wee vacay in Iowa, but alas, the Blogger failed to publish about 42 kajillion times.  Okay, I lie, I only attempted it 41 kajillion times.

Part of the original post went something like this:

Man, I love visiting family. Having young kids makes hotels a headache, doesn't it?  Being able to send the kids off with some cousins while I poop out on a couch is luxury indeed.
Also on the luxury list are portable DVD players with dual screens, boy howdy.  Ours quit right as we started our trip, but luckily for us all, I snagged the handiest man alive and he assessed the culprit was the adapter cord.  After an intense surgery with dental tools and multiple fuses, it is now in fine working order.  The kids were angels on the trip down without it, but I sure love Dora taking a turn parenting these cherubs.
Don't judge, I'm on vacation for another hour and a half. 
Although minutes after I gave up on posting this, the DVD player stopped.  The kids were sure nice about it.  I think it might have stopped because I put in a Barney DVD.  Again, don't judge. The normal laws of science, nature and kid shows are invalid when applied to the laws of the vacation.


The Pagets in Florida said...

We have to go through a trial run with our dvd player before every trip. Otherwise it will inevitable start smoking or smelling like electrical fire. We have another one that we have never used. We bought it because we figured the one would die, but it is still going after over a year of having these problems. For some reason it seems that kids are more understanding when something breaks after they have been able to use it for a while. The first time the dvd player started smoking, they didn't get to watch anything. Fortunately, they fell asleep.

Jane said...

I'm trying to remember what we did on road trips when we were kids, before technology was invented...it sure wasn't as riveting as Dora, clearly.

HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...