Driving is for the birds.

Well, there’s never a dull moment in the Boyer house! Even if we aren’t actually in the Boyer house. 

The last few days have been BANANAS. Starting with the drive to NJ to drop Macy at CSI camp.

There are few things I REALLY dislike in the world. Fake people. Slowness (slow talkers, movers, responders - all of it). And driving. If I had unlimited funds, I would hire a driver. 

I am not sure what I dislike about driving the most…all the paying attention you have to do, or that I am not great at it, or just how “on” you have to be - I don’t know. I just hate it. 

More than that? I hate driving on 95 North. Once you hit Fredericksburg, it’s just the worst. I remember seeing this license plate a million years ago that said, “I H8 I95” - I thought that was hilariously genius. So when Macy and I sat on 95 FOREVER last weekend on our way to NJ, all we could do was create a dance party in the car, followed by Taylor’s new album, played in order, as we dissected every song.

Before we left, we stopped at the DMV for her to take her learner’s permit test (as I mentioned in my last post and of course, she didn’t get one answer wrong). It was literally like dealing with the sloths on zootopia (my fave kids movie btw). I felt like everyone was moving in slow motion. EVEN THOUGH WE HAD AN APPOINTMENT.

So, Macy finally gets called up there an hour after her appt, and the guy asks me for my license and her birth certificate. Done - here you go. Then he asks me for another form of ID with my address on it. CRAP. I normally have 78 pieces of mail in my car but I had just filled up my gas tank that AM for our trip to NJ, and I cleaned it out. I told Macy, “No problem! I have that!” And proceeded to run to the car, praying I did. 

Thankfully I found some random blood work results from last year that had my address on it. I ran inside to the guy and pleaded with him via my eyeballs as Macy stood there huffing and puffing with stress and annoyance, and he said that would work. Win #1.

Next up? “I need her social security number.” DO WHAT? Who knows THAT info? Well, of course, my husband has all of this filed away in a cabinet, by child, but he is in Florida and I am starting to sweat with the sloth. I start scanning my brain for any possible solution while Macy is fussing at me under her breath…I got it! One of our BFF’s is also our financial planner. I mean, even though I stopped going to those meetings bc I have no idea what they are talking about, and I just end up getting everyone diet coke’s the whole time, I figured, you know, she might know! AND SHE DID! THANK YOU ANDREA!

Of course, Macy also simultaneously called Shawn and naturally, he has a google sheet with all this info on his laptop. Of course he does.

So we head off to the grocery store for some snacks before hitting the road. I run and load them in the car and hop in. When I go to plug in my phone to play music, I realize my phone dropped in the parking spot while I was loading the groceries, and I meant to grab it. Again, no one is more exhausted by me than me.

So off we go to NJ - a nice 7 hour trip - but we pull into my cousin’s beach house in Ocean City, NJ and because she knows me better than most humans on earth, there is a cold glass of white wine waiting for me. YASSS.

The next day we drive Macy over to camp, make up her bed, give her a hug, and off we go. My cousin is about to take her oldest to Penn State next month, but she isn’t coming back to get her in 4 days, so it hit home. I DREAD THAT DAY!

Macy is having A BALL! Here are just some of the texts:

“Mom, OMG these people are so fun. Like, New Jersey fun.”

“Okay, the morgue smelled awful. No shot I’ll be a medical examiner.”

“Mom - we learned all about the ways you die and we found the murder weapon -THIS IS SO FUN!”

“I think I want to be a prosecutor and work in the sex trafficking field.” 

“Tomorrow we go to the jail and I have to wear loose clothes/pants bc they’ll catcall.”

I can’t wait to pick her up on Thursday and hear how her case goes! 🙂

And in other news, I miss my boys! They decided to stay in Florida with my in-laws this week since we are turning back around to drive south this weekend, and Shawn and I have to work this week anyway. I know we will all be happy they avoided a 13 hour car trip, but I miss them. :(  I know they are having a blast hanging with my in-laws and really, Doug Flutie, who lives next door to my in-laws and comes out to "play" with the boys most days..throwing football in the water or backyard, taking them paddle boarding - he's really a man child lol. 

So tomorrow, I will fly back to Philly, where I just got home from last night and head to Atlantic City on Thursday to grab Macy and drive back. Pack up again and head south to Florida.

The good news is they are moving along on the house, although still in tear-down mode, not fix up. :) But I’m thrilled we planned to miss most of the summer bc I don’t love waking up to the hammering at 630am. :) 

I know these years of running around like chickens with our heads cut off will go quickly, so I am trying to soak it all up. Traffic and all.