Hubster was out of the country on business this past week, so I packed up the boys and headed out on a three hour road trip to visit their grandparents. Coming home Friday proved to be more adventure than I had bargained for.
Right from the start, traffic was horribly slow. Way earlier than I expected the usual snail paced Toronto on a Friday afternoon traffic to start. You just know it’s going to be a long drive when your ‘time of arrival’ on your GPS keeps getting later and later. sigh. We were doomed.
Already at the 4 hour mark in the car and not even close to home I decided to make a stop at a McDonald’s we were driving by. The boys had been excellent and I thought a treat would be nice, plus I was seriously close to drifting off to sleep. I needed out of the vehicle.
With our large lab on board, the drive thru was the only option and the line up already snaked around the building. When we finally got our order, I headed for the back of the parking lot to the dried up patch of grass. I tied the pup up to the only thing I could find and got her a bowl of water. Lined the boys up on the curb with a happy meal each and here came the onslaught of complaints. Somehow my order of 3 grilled cheese happy meals translated to 3 cheeseburger happy meals and my kids refuse to eat.
* McD’s Pet Peeve #1 – Incorrect orders from the drive thru. Not much you can do about it as you drive away.
“Just take these back to the lady” Big Brother protests. Um yeah…. that sounds convenient now that I finally have 3 kids and a large dog seated outside the van and the drive thru line is even longer and it’s so damn hot and humid that I am already sweating through my shirt and I haven’t looked in my own take out bag yet. grrrr…..
Another traveler comes by with their dog to visit ours, who gets overly excited by any encounter of another four legged creature and she ends up jumping up and down in dog poo! ewwww….. there are not enough strong words for this. We still have to get back in the van.
I’m hot, angry at the dog and annoyed with the kids, even though it’s not their fault, but I still go on a Mommy Rant on how much these meals cost and no one is getting the happy meal toy unless they attempt to eat, blah, blah, blah…..
I had ordered my middle guy a pop (um, cola? soda? for my southern friends) as a special treat because he was a bit jealous his brother got one the day before. He barely drinks half and touches none of his food.
Even more annoyed. Let’s go. Forget this.
I pile the stinky dog and hungry boys back into the sweaty van and as I am strapping Middle Man in, he begins to puke!
Holy crap! Where did this come from?
* McD’s Pet Peeve #12 – No napkins in the take out bag. not one.
I do my best clean up and thrust a happy meal box in his lap in case there’s more and hit the road. We need to get home. Now.
My little treat for the boys turns out to be a complete disaster. I warn nobody to talk to me as we down the road in a hot stuffy van that smells like a mix of McDonald’s food, dog poop and vomit…… not a word.
Read Tales from a McDonald’s Play Place Here.