I really want to sell everything we own, acquire a motor home, and travel the country together for one year homeschooling the kids.
I know it's the kind of idea that would leave me wondering, "Exactly what in the hell was I thinking?" within 100 miles from home. It would be loud all of the time. It would be small. No one would or could ever go away. Neither my cat nor my dog are good car riders. I would have to drink a lot and there would be a lot of yelling.
It's ridiculous and crazy and I would do it in a heartbeat. I think now is the perfect time too because I can tell the children are on the verge of annoying ages and then they will probably stop being fun. Mr. Ashley is tired of work and whenever he complains about it, I pitch my big idea again. I could write a book about it, I offer! He could take his skills on the road! His job would rehire him whenever! I can do my job from wherever! But he's all about being practical and seems reluctant to be confined to a travel trailer with his beloved family.
I also think he's worried about the whole stealing a motor home part. It's a vital part of the journey and the book though and I don't think it will be that hard, so he'll have to man up about that.
This is one of my best bad ideas ever. Think about all of the blogging material. Or at least all of the time I would have to complain to you all.
I also really, really want a pet prairie dog. Maybe I should propose this as an "either/or" situation when I bring it up again. Or both? Can you imagine if I took a road trip with a pet prairie dog? That's NY Times Best Seller stuff right there.