My friends, aka 'The SisterWives', are the kind of people who make plans two years in advance. Which is why I've known for two years that this summer, the minute the kids get out of school, we'll be off on another road trip adventure to....Mt. Rushmore.
We started this tradition when our friend Birdie transplanted herself from Portland to Minnesota. Instead of weekend camping trips, theme dinner parties and summer cocktails on the porch, we would content ourselves with a weeklong family-wide extravaganza every other summer.
We settled on National Park adventures and, despite my view that interpretive centers are guilty unpleasures, there was a big flash of Mommy-pride when, during the last trip, our offspring became newly deputized Junior Rangers of Yellowstone Park.
Our kids are more like cousins than friends. The husbands have resigned themselves, both to being referred to as 'BrotherHusbands' and the general ridiculousness that accompanies a group of fifteen trying to go everywhere together for a week.
We laugh a lot. Catch up on every detail of each other's lives and scrutinize said details with the help of wine and multiple perspectives. The kids play like they've never been apart and the husbands try to contain their frustration at not being able to herd us all out the door before 10:30 AM.
I'll be gone for a week or so, maybe ten days. That vagueness and inattention to detail is exactly why the uber-organized Rach put me in charge of the playlist instead of the driving route.
This makes me nothing but happy because I just discovered the French pop trio Yelle and am having a running affaire d'amour with them. Best part being, the kids in the car can't understand French swear words so no need to screen the music!
I won't be blogging until I get back, but chances are good there may be some Tweets featuring stone presidents, when-will-we-get-there kids, the BrotherHusbands and, of course, the SisterWives.
If you don't already follow me on Twitter stop by and say hello @JohannaGarth