Moves in Curves

D asked me while driving down the freeway, pointing at an exit we’ve never taken, “Where does that road go?” I said I didn’t know, and C immediately suggested we try it out and see where it goes. “Maybe we can drive there and see where it takes us.” D agreed we should check it out.

It makes me very happy to hear their curiosity about the world. I think they inherited a bit of the fernweh from me.

Despite spending almost the entire day outside yesterday, my kids seem to have cabin fever. I blame this on us not having traveled enough lately, especially since this past week was spring break. They had an intestinal virus though, so we’ve been stuck at the house until they got over it. We went yesterday to the International Children’s Festival, which they managed 3 hours at before becoming so whiny and fussy we had to leave. A half hour nap in the car followed by a stop at Dunkin Donuts perked them back up though.

This morning has been spent crying over why we can’t go to the water park (it’s not open until Memorial Day, and it’s only 65 degrees out today anyway!). I think we need to get out of the house again. The hubby suggested buying them one of those battery-powered ride-on toys (a Jeep that seats 2 and costs two hundred bucks, ouch), but the initial charge time is 18 hours, so it may be best to buy it tomorrow morning, plug it in and hide the Jeep until the battery is charged up, otherwise they’ll just be crying to ride on it right away. The box may be too big to fit in the back of my Cruiser without laying down the back seats anyway. So that’s out. What to do today? I want to go somewhere. I’m pretty over the house and this area.

I brought up fernweh a while ago in my old blog, and I think we’re having a case of it. I know I am. Fernweh is a German word meaning “the longing to be far away.” I’ve pretty much had this every day since I was five, so it’s unsurprising that my kids often want to go somewhere too. We should all be Sagittarians! But no, I’m a Pisces and they’re Virgos. Anyhoo, I’m feeling antsy and ready to go somewhere. Trying to convince the hubby that we should move somewhere new, but he just wants to buy a house here out in the country (yuck). Often when I get the urge to GO like this, I try to buy stuff to fill the void. It generally doesn’t work.

I could spend some money on the house right now. I need to do some landscaping and paint the living room, but I can’t seem to get motivated to do either. The lawn needs some weed & feed in a bad way. With the hubby traveling so much, yardwork has gone by the wayside. I finally hired a guy to come mow, so at least the grass is a reasonable length now. I really hate buying plants and gardening, because I kill everything. The only plants that have survived more than a single season are the ones that were already here when we bought the house, and the ones that the hubby planted (he can grow lots of things).

I suppose I could put together the bike trailer-slash-kiddie seat and take them for a ride before the rain starts. Thunderstorms are due and the sky’s already getting dark, so that may not work out so well… We need to go somewhere.

Next month we’ll be doing some traveling, to go visit Chez Tarty for Mother’s Day, and the week after that to go to Baltimore for my sister’s graduation and spend a few days hitting the DC area with my mom (as if I haven’t seen it a hundred times – we lived in DC for three years when I was young). At some point in the near future I am plotting a trip to Florida to visit Inner Beach‘s crew before they move to Arizona, but I haven’t nailed down a date yet for that, since it’s a 15 hour drive, and the thought of making that drive alone with two mostly-potty-trained four year olds was making my ass twitch, to quote Kevin Kline in “French Kiss.” Need to find out when the boys’ next three-day weekend is, maybe we can head down there then.

Overall, I need to get my ass in gear and get these kids out of the house today, one way or another. Much I should be doing around the house, yet I have the urge to get out of town. Maybe we can just go out to Virginia Beach somewhere. I don’t know.

Really this is 750 words to say I’m bored as hell. Let’s hop in the car and drive to New York!