Fortunately for me, my family is amazing at adapting to the curve balls that life throws at it. Of course, I'd be lying if I said we didn't have a few "I'll pull this van over right now!" moments. Also, this was a constant battle:
Me: "Do you need to go potty while we're stopped at this gas station?"
Me: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Are you absolutely sure? Because we won't be near a bathroom for another hour or so..."
Him: "Yes. I don't need to go potty."
Me: "Ok." [starts driving]
[5 minutes later]
Him: "I need to go potty!"
Worth noting: when my 4-year-old says, “I need to go potty,” he doesn’t mean “Excuse me, Mom and Dad. I am feeling the need to use a restroom. If it doesn’t inconvenience you, please stop at the next available establishment that houses an adequately maintained restroom.” He means that he needs to go potty right at that very moment. Worse, he sometimes means that he’s already going a little bit.
The struggle is real. I think our 4-year-old marked his territory on the side of the road in every state from PA to TX.
But, I digress.
Overall, our masked-up, heavily sanitized Struggle Bus adventure was truly wonderful. We laughed. A lot. We sang. We danced. We swam. We played. We prayed. We had a ton of great conversations about riots and race and religion. We had fun giving away a ton of Struggle Bus
books in the most ridiculous way possible. I'm sure that some of those books will at most be utilized to even out the leg of a wobbly table or something; but I hope that at least a few people will be blessed by them.
Oh, and a very special thank you to Fast Signs Amarillo for donating a couple magnets to grace the side of our van.
And now, a few previously unshared trip highlights: