Whilst some of you were reading my post on Friday about packing I was, well, packing … and refereeing arguments between the excited children who kept asking when we were setting off.
Unfortunately on Thursday night I had about 4 hours sleep. The 4 year old kept waking up with night terrors. I didn’t mind too much because I knew that I would be able to share the driving to Scotland with The Husband and sleep some of the way.
The husband had said he wanted to be away for 11am. What time did we leave? 1pm. Why? Because when The Husband was picked up and taken to the car hire office (our car is still dead as a dodo) he realised when he got there that he didn’t have his driving license.
After a lot of frantic searching of the house we realised that we couldn’t find it and it was my turn to go to the car hire office. I was the sole driver, The Husband merely my passenger during our 5 hour trip to Scotland. No sharing the driving round our way. No sirree.
Still, I was excited to be driving a nice new estate car. When I viewed the boot space I was a tad excited as I made my mental calculation of all the things I’d packed. When I returned home to pack the car I realised that it wouldn’t matter how much space we had in the boot, we would still have to cram things round the children’s legs.
So after a looong drive we arrived at our first destination in Scotland, East Kilbride. The Husband complained about my erratic motorway driving style which careered between 50 and 90 miles an hour. I told him to be grateful I didn’t fal asleep.
We stayed with friends we met whilst camping last year. One of their sons wore an England football kit in our honour. We had a great night, but I had to slope of early due to exhaustion.
The Husband and I were sharing a room with the 4 and 5 year old. We were in a double bed and they were on a double sofa bed. In the middle of the night the 4 year old woke up and whilst trying to cry VERY loudly demanded that he sleep in the double bed. Desperate not to wake our hosts up I agreed.
… and so it came to pass that I lay awake for three hours in a children’s football themed sleeping bag which came up to my belly button with a Celtic blanket wrapped round my upper body, next to the 5 year old who was grinding her teeth.
Still to come… egg rolling Swedish style, stepping into a make-up salon run by two 5 year old’s, my Sister’s love egg and a trip to A&E
Thank you to J, D, S and C who were fantastic hosts and made us feel at home. Thank you also to D’s Mum who, the following morning, took the children and myself back to her house during a muddy and cold football tournament to have a snack, drink hot chocolate, play and to get warm.
8 Comments on "Destination Scotland"
Sounds like fun. Cold. But fun.
LOL – my DH never does any of the driving when we’re in the UK! He seems to think that because I lived there 25 years ago I’ll be better at driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road than he will. Either that or he’s frightened of trying to drive a car that doesn’t have automatic gears.
Oh my! I had a feeling it was going to be a real adventure! Love the picture of the sleeping bag!!
Oh my….you do make me laugh…smiles.
Typical men,there is always a way to dodge out of mundane tasks.good on you for managing with no sleep,all the driving and then a kids bed
Sounds like a fun weekend… can’t wait to hear WHO BLOODY WON THE EGG ROLLING COMPETITION though…
…not that I’m desperate or anything…
Well it wasn’t bloody me. As usual. Nil points for 10 fecking years. grrr
Don’t ruin the suspense!