Molly's Weblog

Where was I? Oh yes, at the pizza place. Surprisingly, our family almost always gets there first. As my grandparents come in for second and my cousins, uncle, and aunt drive in for last (but certainly not least), Maggie, Susanna, Lucy, and, I admit, sometimes me,are still whining. It’s not the “I’m carsick” or the endless “Are we there yet?”, but the “I’m so hungry, Mommy” whine. (We dare not tell this to Dad; after all,he’s still in a relatively bad mood because of our whining, his driving, and the traffic on the way.) So much for first place!  When everybody finally arrives (to the relief of my parents) we go in. Since it is, after all, pizza, it doesn’t take long for our food to come. Meanwhile, we talk and talk and talk. We do have to catch up! And the kids talk about what they will put in their rooms to make them more homey, also they exult about getting the best room. (Hands down, Payton and me get the best one this year; it is the only one with a bathroom built in of all the kids’ rooms. I am including myself in the noun “kids”.)  When we have, some way or another, eaten all of the three 16″ pizzas we ordered, we pile in the car again. The whining stops; food usually puts Susanna and Lucy to sleep, and Maggie, having no one to whine with, keeps her mouth shut. Me? Tuning out the world, of course. About around a half hour later, we stop at a grocery store near the house to get our “perishable food items.” Each adult takes two kids of roughly the same age to go shopping with; these two kids are never sisters. I always go with Payton. When we are done, we climb in the car (again.) Susanna and Lucy, being fully awakened, start in again with their “Are we there yet?” However, Maggie and I know better. Our dad is practically yelling at Susanna and Lucy for whining, plus we only have 10 more minutes in that torture chamber of a car.  When, finally, we stop at the gorgeous house…never mind. Part 2 is over! Wait for part 3, coming up tomorrow.