Travel is chaotic today

We have an appointment. Only problem, this means heading back to Adelaide…a nine hour drive from where we were. OK, so we had an appointment there, but it did mean a long car trip. The kids were actually great, but the noise levels and chaos did frazzle us a bit!

“Peter! Congratulations, you’ve won the jackpot!” My husband, Jarrad, announces to our ten year old son. He glances up questioningly from where he is reclined on his bed, listening to C.S. Lewis’ Silver Chair on his ipod. His father continues, “You’ve won the daily shower jackpot.”

“Oh, Dad…” Peter starts to complain.

“Don’t you dare!” Jarrad interjects, “When was the last time you had a shower?”

“Ahhh, maybe two days ago? But I’m sure it’s been longer since Lucy had a shower.” Jarrad ignores Peter’s reference to his six-year-old sister and points angrily to the shower, before turning on our nine year old daughter, Susan.

“You need to brush your hair,” he tells her.

“Oh, but Dad,” she whines, “I brushed my hair yesterday. And the day before yesterday. Why do I need to do it again?”

He finishes arguing with Susan as Peter gets back out of the shower, “I didn’t even use up all of the hot water this time, Dad, and I didn’t sit down on the toilet while I showered.” Jarrad looks at him suspiciously,

“Your hair isn’t even wet. Are you sure you actually showered yourself?”

We usually don’t do long drives. Yesterday, we drove nine hours to get from the tip of the Eyre Peninsula to Adelaide. Nine hours in a car with four kids is, well, not my idea of fun. We have an appointment in the city, but left it till the last day to drive there. But the kids were really well behaved. Just occassionally a bit noisy.

Gulliver’s Travels on the audiobook did not entertain enough to make up for the time in the car. After a few hours we changed it to Harry Potter 3 on ipod.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star…” Six-year-old Lucy sang as our toddler, Edmund hummed tunelessly with her. I was aware that the tunes of Louis Armstrong from ten-year-old Peter’s ipod seemed to be getting louder and louder.

“TURN IT DOWN!” I yelled to Peter, loud enough that he glanced at me, raising an eyebrow as if to say, “What did you say, Mum?” Lucy and Edmund took a break from Twinkle, Twinkle to mimic me screaming Turn It Down.

During this, nine-year-old Susan recited the words along with Jim Dale as he narrated Harry Potter 3. Harry Potter described the scene of Fat Aunt Marg blowing up in Harry’s rage. “Ping, ping, ping” she paused to say as Aunt Marg’s buttons busted off. “Ping, ping, ping” Edmund and Lucy echoed, happy to make noise.

We finally reach the campground at Port Parham – after nine hours in the car. Jarrad and I sit down at the table to have a drink. The kids take their bikes and are riding them around the camp ground. It may not have the facilities of hostels in New York, but Port Parham does have a BBQ, bins, water and toilets that flush. Luxury!

Since our toddler, Edmund, can’t reach the campervan door to open it, he calls through the door, “Ope da door, Dadda. Ope da door. Me wan do wide me skooter ad da beach Dadda.”

Six year old Lucy is there with him, “Dadda, can we ride our skooters in the sand? Dadda, were those good photos you took of me riding through the water on my bike?”

I open the door and hold little Edmund. He throws his chubby little arms around my neck, kissing my neck repeatedly. “Me wuv you, Mama. Me wuv you lots. Me kiss you.” He pauses and looks at my neck, “Me kisses go to you toes. Kisses gone. You need more kisses, Mama.”

Such are the joys of travelling long term in a campervan. Long stretches in the car. Long times between being able to access enough water to wash, but so much time with the kids.

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Travelling Australia in a campervan since 2009 with our four children aged 4, 7, 10, and 11. We are a family living on the road. Stopping to work in rural and remote towns as we need more money, we love this lifestyle. The four kids are homeschooled as we work our way slowly around Australia.

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Travelling Australia in a campervan since 2009 with our four children aged 4, 7, 10, and 11. We are a family living on the road.
Stopping to work in rural and remote towns as we need more money, we love this lifestyle. The four kids are homeschooled as we work our way slowly around Australia.

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  1. Tracey
    Twitter: lifechangingyr
    says:

    Oh this is such a sweet post. Those sloppy kisses were the best thing about toddlers!!

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