It’s a warm day and I started with having a rough day.
Last night I got to talk with my friend Turtle. He was the only one to show any concern about my anecdote of almost having wrecked the other day. He helps me with my mechanical issues in a big way when they arise, so he wanted to make sure the accelerator getting stuck wasn’t going to be a major issue. I really appreciate him. He’s like the most honest male I know. I’m so grateful to know him. I’m grateful he also has the same mindset about driving being the most dangerous thing we do with great underestimation by our society. I know my teenage years were controversial driving skills, but I had to get to this mindset somehow.
We awoke at the Rest Area very early. So my mood was not the best, even after drinking coffee. I tried to set up my merchandise, with a plan to take a picture to portray to you. However, before I put the last thing up, some workers came up to me to tell me that if I didn’t put my stuff away immediately they would be obligated to call the police. And so, with tears in my eyes, I packed it all back up. We still got some donations as we played about the rest stop.
After we started heading down the road, I noticed Tom, a guy we met in Tucumcari a week ago or so, in his little skoolie. He pulled over behind us in the next rest area. I should’ve pulled over at the Truck stop I had wanted to, but my day starting out emotional, I had conferred with the kids and was disappointed in myself for having listened to them. Tom gave us his phone number and said once we come through Tucumcari, we should call and he’d help us out with some Diesel. What a super kind guy.
The boys ate some tuna tortillas. I ate my tuna salad with pita chips. Then we headed on to Santa Rosa where I let the boys lose at the playground in the middle of town. I still felt miserable and the quick shopping trip at Family dollar for bread and coffee didn’t cheer me up. I decided to look up a hotel. It’s been almost two years since our last hotel, and then it was a horror show due to the people who had coaxed us into sharing a room. So I figured it was time for me to reclaim the experience.
I found the cheapest option with indoor pool. Which ended up being the Travellodge. I’m not a fan of spending that much money on a night, but seeing it as inclusive of a swim with the kids, a few baths and showers, and night of watching TV, plus breakfast buffet and chilling until 11 AM. Sure, I guess the splurging is worth it.
We checked in at 1:30 PM. The room was still being cleaned, for which it isn’t the cleanest, but the men that seem to be the Cleaning employees were beyond friendly. I turned on some the Fairly Odd Parents for the boys to watch while I made a mess of the Bus and brought plenty of things into the room.
After that we went to the pool. The jacuzzi is out of service and the “heated” pool wasn’t very warm. Atreyu wore his lifevest and practiced his kicks and arm motions. Galixy monkeyed on my back and then got most entertained by jumping off the side into my arms. Atreyu soon wanted to do the same. I coaxed him to take off his life jacket. The game became jump into mom’s arms and then try your best at swimming to the steps. There was more struggle than swimming, but just being in the water is a good thing for them.
I let the boys jump right into the warm bath tub when we got back to our room. For being water-rats they didn’t spend a whole lot of time in there. Just enough time for me to change the channel from kids to documentaries. After drying them, I laid down in their still warm tub, and gave my doggo her first bath in 8 months. She wasn’t pleased. I couldn’t find her flea shampoo, so I’m sure she’ll still be scratchy. Since we’re already splurging ourselves silly, I ordered Pizza and a salad. Today cost me a solid hundo. That’s more cash than I shell out of our busfund in a month, unless it comes to bus repairs.
I do feel better emotionally at this moment, but this isn’t gonna be a splurge that pays for itself. It is just a mental wellness day.
The Pizza is delicious and that blue cheese dressing made me weak in the knees. Atreyu is so into the TV programming, he’s convinced he’ll be a fisherman. Galixy has been jumping around wildly from one bed to the other, then to me, asking if I want a back massage. Of course! It’s more of a back wipe, but the thought is what counts. Chikkie is going crazy jumping around and Rhea is appreciating the Pizza bones.
Galixy just asked to go to the bus cause he has to poop. I advised him about the flushable potty. He is too cute.
Since it’s a day of splurging and I’m sure to not drive anywhere, I cracked my tetra pak of white wine. Ah, the luxury. A little buzz, blucheese dressing to dip my pizza bones in. A big bed I’ll be stretching out in. I’m not worried about leaving a mess at all this time, which is highly unsual. I usually clean up the hotel room, like I stack the dishes and wipe the table if we eat at a restaurant. I’m usually not a drinker either, so this tetra pack should last me about 3-5 buzzes spaced out over the next two months. Or I’m gonna get shwasted by myself on this thing. At that point I’m gonna justify a spliff because drinking alcohol makes nicotine obsolete anyway and there are a ton of cigarette butts just chilling around this hotel.
Galixy is playing with the phone, which I’ve unplugged knowing he would get to it. He says, “Hellooooo! Do you remember me?” and then sings his ABC’s before slamming the phone into the receiver.
It’s only 5:30 PM. I’m really enjoying this desk, even though I could be chilling on the couch, but who cares. I’m not going to be watching any kids movies tonight. They can totally be happy with watching whatever I’m interested in.
I got a message that my plan to avoid the New Mexico Earth day gathering is a faux pas, but I’m sure there’s a reason I’m feeling east instead. A family already had a welfare check on their kids, which checked out ok, but that doesn’t mean that those cops couldn’t be douche canoes to me, a single momma.
Speaking of Douche canoes, I commented on a vanlife group post about specialized waves. My comment was my try to revamp to the ASL sign of “I love you” from the “victory” sign, because to me, love evolves to peace while victory doesn’t. Lo and behold, men replied to my comment about how “Love evolves to rough sex” and another about how “love leads to child support and allimony.” I’m throwing up in my mouth just thinking about their comments. Of course, when one mentions love it’s got to be romantic and cannot be platonic or appreciative. When I commented that there is such a thing as brotherly love, one commented “so what? Incest?” I’m beyong disgusted. This is why I don’t generally participate in co-ed groups. Can’t make an innocent comment without sexualization.
I’m so against all of this divisiveness. How can we grow as humanity if we keep splitting off? What is social media doing to us? I mean, the biggest rift in my reality is between pro-immunesystem and pro-vaxxers. Pro-vaxxers are being told that antivaxxers are morphing diseases and bringing them back, while pro-immunesystem people are being advised about shedding of certain vaccines. In my book, that’s ALL fearmongering. If you choose to vaccinate, I will not fear you or your kids. I still trust that my immunesystem and that of my kids is strong enough to withstand the possibility of shedding. I would hope that if you decided to put your faith in “modern medicine” that you can trust that it will work for you. This whole “measles outbreak” isn’t real in my book either. There’s no outbreak made by people abstaining chemicals and eating healthy. If anything, in my opinion, it’s the MMR sideeffect that states that you may come down with the very infection you injected yourself with, but it will be a milder version than the natural strain? No, is my memory of this “scientific explanation” jaded?
Who is to say what is “pseudo science”? according to pro-immunesystem, all the pro-vaxxers are believing pseudo-science further by coorperate money. On the other side, we are being accused of not seeing things correctly either. I can’t say 100% that my path is the correct one, but I’d rather trust nature, and let it do it’s thing than playing all mighty and trusting that coorperations have the best for us in mind.
All in all, I just want us to be able to do as we believe is correct. I want people to be open and honest.
Well, here I am, slightly fuzzy, watching the Big Bang Theory for the first time in forever, feeling slightly embarrased about my vax rant, but not gonna edit myself because I can be dumb enough right now.
I’m going to go chill out, eat the rest of my salad and close the box of Pizza so it won’t get attacked by the cat. I’m probably going to end up letting him sleep by himself in the bus tonight.
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Regardlessly:
Loving you!
Matilda the Bugus 