Stressful Traveling & Lighthearted Moments

This last weekend was quite eventful and one I hope not to repeat for a very long time. After going to Edmonton on Thursday to see Dave's family, we left Saturday to go to Calgary, planning to stay one night. I really needed to go to the Canadian Home Education Resources store to pick out Hannah's curriculum for the year since they were not at the home school conference in February and this was the closest store for me to go to in Western Canada.

Since hindsight is always 20/20, I wish we would have just come home on Saturday as usual. Then we would have missed THE STORM. The storm that almost gave me ulcers on Sunday morning, listening to the forecast and road conditions. I honestly don't think I've ever felt so "pinned in" in my life. Every way home was forecasting terrible conditions in the weather and/or highways. I tried to convince Dave to stay an extra day, but because the weather was not predicted to let up at all for several days, he said we were coming home and would just drive very slowly. One day of work missed is one thing, but several days missed is another altogether.

We left around 10:30 from Calgary on Sunday morning. We decided to drive through Edmonton, an extra two hours, because it was double lane all the way. That was definitely a good decision. Even today I'm reading road reports about the Kindersley/Rosetown highway we usually take home from Calgary still advising against travel at all.

It took us 11 hours to drive to North Battleford (an hour and a half away from Saskatoon and normally about 7 hours). We arrived bug-eyed and totally worn out so we ended up getting a hotel in North Battleford to give everybody a rest and make the rest of the trip home in the daylight. The trip home today was a piece of cake in comparison, so we're finally home, able to sleep in our own beds.

Thank God for his protection, truly.

On a lighter note, one of our stops on the way home yesterday was in Vegreville, Alberta. While taking Seth to the bathroom in Wal-Mart, my social boy was talking and singing in the bathroom stall when he heard someone else come into the bathroom. He asked me if someone else had just come in and I said yes. So, he proceeded to yell at the top of his lungs:

"HELLO, ARE YOU IN HERE? DID YOU COME INTO THE BATHROOM, TOO?"

To which I quietly said, "Seth, shhhh." He ignored me (surprise, surprise).

"HELLO, ARE YOU IN HERE. I'M IN HERE TOO!"

Obviously the person had no sense of ha ha because they didn't answer him. I really don't understand people like that. I can't imagine going into a public bathroom, having a little kid in a stall holler at me what Seth hollered, and not laughing out loud. But maybe that's just me.

Anyway, it was a nice, lighthearted moment in the midst of a stressful day. I'll take those any time.