Enough is too much

This is in reference to the pool. We have been in hotels 10 of the past 17 nights. That means that the majority of those days we were stuck in the hotel and therefore in the pool. I am not exaggerating, Effie's hair is green. I will post a picture tomorrow when I can get one with the sun on it. This life has its pros and cons, which I won't bore you with except this one. Picture bedtime. Levi's fussing so we can't turn the lights off and bed down ourselves, even though we are exhausted. So with a lamp on we read our scriptures, write in our journals, yell at them once again to lay down, stop playing, get your foot off your sister, and so forth and so forth and so forth. The primary program cd on repeat does nothing to induce sleepiness, or the spirit for those of us trying and failing to concentrate on Mormon's words. Seriously, I can remember nothing from what I have read lately. Also, Reno just said "We have a head-egg from that music." Me too little man. Jason has just asked me to go over there and beat them. Although in all reality, we battle this sort of bedtime insubordination no matter where we are, it just makes it harder to ignore when they are ten feet away.
This just happened. Reno started oinking. I started snickering to myself as Jason stood up "looking for his belt." Effie recognizes what he is doing and belts out "Everyone, hide your butts." An hour after we started this and there is no end in sight. I repeat, enough is too much.
**No Schroeder's were injured in the making of this blog.**

If you ever plan to motor west...

Home sweet home here in Tucumcari, New Mexico! Yes, this is night three in our by now quite soiled hotel room. We twice have opted not to have housekeeping services, only towels, thinking that in a few hours we would be free. Twice that was a mistake-- I will not describe things in detail, only trust that clean white sheets are no match for nacho cheese Doritos, chocolate, and Ava. The kids are happy, with an average of three swims a day, coupled with lots of t.v. and fast food. The repair man--we broke down here in the parking lot of McDonald's and the Holiday Inn Express, and a few other hotels, restaurants, and gas stations Sunday night on our trip to San Diego for those not up to speed-- ordered the wrong part yesterday, discovered it this afternoon, and will have a new part tomorrow, we hope. But we are in high spirits and look forward to tomorrow's events with great anticipation. Until then, listen to John and think of us. All hail the Mother Road.