We’re packing our bags and heading south on the turnpike tomorrow… all the way to the Nation’s Capital.

The gas tank is full, the batteries in the remote are fresh, and the DVD collection is waiting to be the subject of many arguments. Who will win out? Thomas the Tank or Harry Potter? I don’t much care, as long as the yelling is contained to a minimum, and I can have my satellite radio and favorite CDs at the ready to drown them all out and escape to Lisa’s World.

The girls and I are all going to visit our BFFs in VA. (That’s cool, teenage text lingo for “best friends forever” in case you’re not up with the latest vernacular.) Joey is along for the ride, but I think he’ll have fun, too.

It will be strange, I think, to have the children with me for this visit. I haven’t been down there in a long time now, since darling Puppykins has come into the family this past Spring. Usually it’s my escape from responsibilities… from motherhood… from this foreign land where I find myself a bit of an unwilling citizen.

The car ride is usually my transition time, but alas, my parenting role will shadow me on this trip.

I wonder how it will be?

I’m glad to do this for my girls, even if it seems a bit of a sacrifice to me. My “other” girls (the grown-up ones) and I will have to change our traditional venues from trendy DC hot spots to family-oriented dinners with chicken nuggets before 6:00 p.m. It’s for a noble cause, as my daughters have been whining ever since we left 5 years ago about missing their friends. They do see them, but not often enough.

Maybe next time, Joey would prefer to hang out with Daddy and let us have our girls’ weekend, but I also want him to know his godmother, too. I don’t think she’ll recognize him.

One of the things I’m looking forward to the most is my appointment with my long-time hairdresser, Monsour, who is, as I have touted, the best hairdresser in the universe. (Wouldn’t you know it, though, after 5 years of NJ hairdressing fiascoes, my hair finally did exactly what I wanted it to do this week, and I love it right now.)

What I’m not looking forward to is the look on my friends’ faces when they see how much weight I’ve gained. I swear to god, if Renee’s jaw drops (after all the warnings I’ve given her), I just might go into hiding.

This is a big thing for me, to show myself honestly and over my usual weight in my adopted home town… I feel like I have some old ghost of a reputation to uphold down there as the “girl who used to cheer for the Redskins.”


If I’m quiet for a few days, you know what I’m up to.

Behave kids. No fighting while I’m gone. Although I can’t promise we won’t have a few cat fights of our own down south…

2 Comments on “Road Trip

  1. Have safe travels, my friend.Looking forward to reading about the adventure upon your return.~Keith


  2. Thanks, Keith. 🙂Right now we’re charging game-boys and ipods and pulling the last load of laundry out of the dryer. Just a few more hours…Lisa


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