Spectrummy Mummy

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I didn’t want to go home.  I was enjoying the warm sunshine on my vitamin D-ficient body.  Knowing that although it was unusually cool for Florida, it was a heck of a lot warmer than where we live.  I liked having easy access to the just-right stimulation my kids enjoy, and the relative ease of finding food they could eat.  I like outnumbering the kids with adults, and all the extra help that means.  But most of all, because I only get it once a year these days, I loved the feeling of contentment of having the people I love most in the same place.

I didn’t want to go home, so I was pretty sour the last day.  I mooched around with a petulance that isn’t very becoming in a 32 year-old woman.  We finally got into the car on Saturday morning and set off.  I didn’t cry, because of the whole British stiff upper lip thing that is my genetic inheritance, but my heart was heavy, and I felt every one of the miles we drove along.

We split the trip into two days.  I cursed yet again that we’d forgotten the laptop, because over 5 nights we stayed in 5 different places, and that is a bit much for anyone.  We could have used a social story right here.  But Pudding and Cubby handled it like troopers, and even slept well in yet another strange place.

Yesterday we set off on the road again, and the rain just didn’t quit.  It was much colder now too, and miserable as we were to return, we referred to the gloomy weather as our winter of discontent.  The drive was punctuated just by the odd stop for food that I hoped rather than believed was GFCF, and gas (petrol) station bathrooms so disgusting that I saw colonies of a new species of fly.

Still we drove.  Right after the last big city, and usual source of traffic jams, we stopped to fill the tank.  Silently congratulating ourselves for the good time we were making- just over 1 1/2 hours form home.  No sooner were we back on the road again, when a warning light came on the dashboard, and we discovered a tyre that looked as flat as I felt.  At this point, you would do well to picture me with a raised fist, cursing the gods.  My plan, such as it was, to get the kids home and fed before dark evaporated.  And now there would be no time to get shopping for Pudding’s school lunch tomorrow.  We waited for the roadside assistance people and then frantically tried to find a tyre place in small town America on a Sunday which also had our tyre in stock.  We found it, but they were very busy, and couldn’t give us an estimate on how long it would take.  We could wait in their office (oh hell no!) or see what was open in the strip mall across the street.

Cold, wet, and wind-battered, we found a grocery store that looked thoroughly unpromising.  I’d never heard of the chain before, and I didn’t expect much from it.  I’ve never been so pleased to be wrong.  They had the largest selection of gluten-free foods I’d ever seen in the state we live in.  This place had more bread than Whole Foods, including the brands the kids had eaten at Disney.  We stocked up on pretzels and animal crackers, and made sandwiches in the store’s attached bakery.

I’m not sure I believe in kismet, but it does seem like we landed in the right spot.  Just in case it was our destiny to stop there, we also bought a lottery ticket.  We returned to the car and after a while it was fixed and good as new.  Almost four hours after the flat, we were back on our way again.

The adversity really changed our minds about the trip though.  Now we were longing to get home, and were thrilled to get the rest of the way without any hitches.  Spectrummy Daddy drove, Cubby slept, Pudding perseverated on a Sesame Street DVD, and I mused about the way something that first appears to be a mild catastrophe can make you truly appreciate your fortune.  Sometimes the universe knows the perfect way to change your perspective.

Written by Spectrummy Mummy

December 13, 2010 at 7:33 am

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  1. Glad your back with a heart full of good memories… even if the trip home wasn’t as smooth as you would have liked… I think fate puts us in the right place at the right time… SOMETIMES!!


    December 13, 2010 at 7:48 am

  2. Glad you made it back. If it makes you feel any better, I’m pushing 40 and I still get all gloomy when I have to leave my mommy. 🙂

    Glad you found some good GFCF stuff!!!! That’s a true score. 🙂

    Welcome home.


    December 13, 2010 at 8:01 am

  3. glad you’re back too! sounds like a great trip – coming home from vacation like that always stinks.
    The big question is – did you win the lottery???? 🙂


    December 13, 2010 at 8:05 am

    • It hasn’t been drawn yet. The odds aren’t exactly with us, but it would certainly change our Christmas if we did! Glad to be back too. 🙂

      Spectrummy Mummy

      December 13, 2010 at 12:11 pm

  4. Glad you had a great trip and made it home safely!


    December 13, 2010 at 8:28 am

  5. Glad you made it back safely! I like your spin on everything that happened!


    December 13, 2010 at 3:05 pm

  6. Oh gees, I was gripping the edge of my seat reading that but I knew from the title of the post that things just HAD to get better!
    I’,SO stoked that you found some GF foods and things started to look up!
    It’s so hard to leave family and easier times, I hope that this next upcoming year brings you much joy and few challenges.
    Love Fi x


    December 13, 2010 at 8:48 pm

  7. My goodness! You need a warning light to tell that your tyre is flat? Usually the bumpitty-bump-bumping is enough of a tipoff.


    January 5, 2011 at 7:45 pm

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