Yesterday was a good day. We had tickets to the RenFest, but FM#2 has been under the weather so we had all agreed it was best for him to stay home. The morning of our would-be outing, FM#1 announced he was very sad we weren't going at which time FM#2 (aka the sick one) started sobbing. Sobbing! They really wanted to go. So I told them if we could be ready in an hour we'd go and if FM#2 started feeling bad or itchy (a reaction to his antibiotic) we'd come home.
All in agreement, say "aye". "Aye!"
Off we go with diapers and lunch and water bottles and camera and cell phone and money and.....thankfully enough umbrellas for all of us.
Wrong Turn #1 - Have you ever been driving down a road and in order to stay on that road you actually have to turn? Otherwise, the road magically becomes another road? This happened to us.
During Wrong Turn #1 a friend calls and asks where I am. "Are you here?" "I'm about ten minutes away."
Wrong, so very wrong.
My gut tells me to turn around; this way doesn't feel right. So I call CeanBounter who is at lunch with the Sox auditors and doesn't hear his phone. I turn around anyway and take the turn I should've taken in the first place. Off we go. Pretty countryside. Nice little towns. I come upon the next road I need and take a right. Which leads us to.....
Wrong Turn #2 - "Should've taken a left", says the KwikLube guy. Back we go, eating our lunch now because we need to save time thanks to my detours! Get a call from CeanBounter and he admits the maps are way too general. It's confusing to him, too.
But hey! A sign! Turn here, it says. What a concept! We make it just in time for the rain. A mizzle, a drizzle, a downpour. So pushing a stroller with one hand and holding the umbrella with the other, we meander our way through the crowds, the rain, the mud. We see some interesting characters (all G-rated 'cause this is School Days at RenFest after all), a joust, Celtic jewelry (those penannulas they used to hold their cloaks on in Eagle of the Ninth), and swords for everyone!
FM#2 was getting cold and starting to itch and we were all soaked so we sloshed our way back to the car. Dry, comfy, and munching on Pringles ("Mom, you got the King Can!").
We got back to the main intersection and I saw a sign that directed me to what I thought might be a more interesting route home. Less 80 mph traffic, more scenery. Let's go that way! Pleas from the backseat: "Mom! No!" And we find ourselves in the midst of.....
Wrong Turn #3 - After a few miles I call CeanBounter who, now at Full Alert by the phone with Google Maps on his computer, tells me I'll end up halfway to A&M if I proceed down this road. Not entirely a bad thing, mind you, but not today. So I turn the old SUV around on a dime and go back from whence I came.
The FM's have now fully loaded their arsenal with ammo for the next time Mom sets off to points unknown. My "shortcuts" turn into adventures.