Steer clear of I-94. We’re going to be on it.

By the time you read this we should have worked our way from south Kansas City to North Dakota.  See, we left on Thursday to go to a wedding.  A wedding that we could not miss.  One that under any other circumstances I’d have written it off and sent back the reply card with the “Unable to attend,” box checked off faster than you can read this paragraph.

But….but.

This is a wedding we didn’t want to miss.  It’s the wedding of a dear friend.  She’s one of several friends that make my heart stray to the Northern Plains.

North Dakota: home of the sugarbeet, soybean and sunflower.

And then we turn right back around and come home on Sunday.

And then school starts.

And because of that, we’re anxious, nervous and stimming.  We’ve had a volley of emails regarding meeting new teachers, of which we have three new ones this year, IEP concerns, agendas and the list goes on.

Somehow our summer is over and we’re right back to another school year.  And I’m loathe to see it happen.

Like a switch, Alex has been turned on, stimming—flicking his wrists, shaking his head back and forth at lightening speed and melting down at the slightest of things.

I’m sad to see our summer melt away, right before our very eyes.

So by the time you read this, we’ll have dealt with car sickness, cussing, swear words and more fights than you can imagine.  And all of that before we’re even out of the Kansas City metro.  Add to it, I have a new found fear of our car tire falling off, and visions of how horribly wrong our vacations can go, and I’m nervous too.

I don’t know how much I’ll be able to access the computer over the next few days, as it’s our go to item when Alex is stressed.  If I don’t surface by Monday I’d start to worry.