Ash Flat, AR- Springfield, MO 21 driving hours left

Yesterday was a beautiful day. We stayed in Ash Flat until about 2PM. I got a bunch of Donations. The people were so kind. Unfortunately, the amount still doesn’t come close to a new transmission or home. I’m going to keep asking for fuel as I go and hope I make enough on the side to take care of our need.The road from Ash Flat was like a beautiful Roller Coaster. Lush trees lining the curvy, hilly road. Once we crossed into Missouri, the air began to smell sweet from all the white and yellow flowers in the surroundings.I told CJ to find a park because it was hot and unbearable. He found a Wildlife conservation with nothing but an archery range. And plenty of ticks. I found a park 20 min down the road. It had dispersed trees with wide open grass spaces and a large playset. We stayed there a while and then headed on to Springfield, an hour down the road. All in all we did some good driving.I had told CJ yesterday that he needed to find a spot where he could get out of my ride. Yesterday he had decided to stay up all night, shaking the bus with every entrance and exit, then turning on music at 6 am. I asked him 5 times to get away from the bus if he wanted to listen to his phone this early in the morning. I mean, the bus doesn’t have a leash on him. He shouldn’t even be sleeping in my rig. And then he asked me to give him some money from the kick down I received from a pastor. He might’ve had a conversation with the pastor as well, but it was about being saved by jesus. The pastor, a friendly, enlightened man, told me it was to make up for what I had just spent on the trans filter and fluid, something CJ did not contribute to. I’ve been feeding, sheltering, and supplying him for the last week and a half. CJ should be bringing me money, not riding on a mom’s dress tail, especially one with a sinking ship and two kids that don’t include his grown bum.The pastor, John, took CJ to church in the morning. Which was hard for CJ because despite his obligations he decided to stay awake all night, drinking beer. He finally got a little money together and he spent in on Booze. And fast food. But then acts like I’m abandoning him. I feel like such an idiot for believing a housey would understand the parameters of helping a single mom trying to get down the road.It’s afternoon now. We’re at a Walmart in Springfield. I really think it’s time to get on the road. I haven’t seen Cj but we spoke over messenger.I still have his stuff. I noticed a medium sized puddle under my bus, on closer inspection it’s transmission fluid. YAY! I’ll probably end up refilling the half quart that leaked, though the dipstick says it’s still got plenty. I bet it’ll look different once the engine is warm and shifted a little. I had a guy here visiting when rI noticed so he helped me tighten them up some more. I’m fucking worried about making it all the way. A uhaul truck and dolly maybe if it comes down to it? Sounds dangerous too…. I should already be driving. I should be trying to get back into montana on 10 hour driving a day, but I don’t have the fuel for that. and I didn’t get any kickdowns today either.Just because one town had good money flow doesn’t mean the next 10 do, which is why I consider his asking me for money as rude. We sat in a honey hole for about 30 hours and he came up with no money for himself? How does that happen?Oh well. he’ll get the hang of sustaining himself eventually. I mean he could’ve found work on Fiverr or craigslist.I’m playing fetch with Galixy. He’s chasing after a little green plastic bone. Atreyu is watching a documentary. I’m hoping this guy promising bud comes by here before I leave. I’m nearly out of medicine. That’s not helping my worries about getting home.I just hope we make it to Kansas City today. or close. It’s a 3 hour drive. Maybe I could do more. I don’t want to rush through this drive either. I want as many people as possible to get to enjoy Matilda before she retires….Pushing through,Loving you!