One Day Down

Okay, so our first day didn't go quite as planned.  For one thing I didn't have the trailer home yet.  The furnace wasn't working right so I took it in a week ago and it wasn't done until Tuesday night!!!  Along with the trailer my laundry wasn't done yet.  When you're going for 8-10 weeks you kind of need all your clothing options.  So Wednesday morning I headed out the door and started the last minute things we needed to get and to pick up the trailer.  I didn't get home until almost 1:00 pm, just in time to pick up Cole from school, but of course he wasn't were he was suppose to be and I had to track him down.  Why is it when you are in the biggest rush everything delays you???  We threw things in the back of the trailer and headed out about 5:00.  The trailer still isn't registered, but luckily we should be able to finish that in St. George.
Now anyone who knows Cole has heard about his two frogs going with us.  The new tadpole has completed the change to frog, but he's so small I'm a little worried about putting the two of them together. So I have two containers.  Cole wanted to hold the little one, Taylor, while we drove.  About a half hour into our drive he didn't want to hold him any longer, but I told him he needed to wait for Trent to get off the phone and make a safe spot in our console.  (When Trent talks to his cousin, he's worse that Jan!)  Trent was still on the phone and I am driving in construction by American Fork when....CRASH!  Followed by my WAIL of "THE FROOOOOGGGGG!!!!!" Little Taylor took a tumble, but Cole woke up quickly and all is well.  Trent finally got off the phone and made a little spot and the froggie was unhurt (in my expert frog opinion-although he sits crooked now :-s) Trent told Cole that Taylor was SO small it was like taking a ten story fall, (more like a hundred).  Poor froggie...he might survive this trip.
Shortly before Beaver, Jayden tells me he has spilled his rootbeer...I think it can't be that bad (he spilled it in his own chair) but while Trent fills up with gas liquid comes running from below the truck.  I grab a paper towel and wipe some up.  It's kind of yellow, kind of brown in color.  I can't determine if it's oily or diesel gas...so I smell it.   "Rootbeer?   Trent, does this smell like Rootbeer?"  Yes, apparently, his little spill in his seat wasn't so little and ran through the seat, overflowed his seat protector and was still enough to run through the carpet of the truck and out a drain....at 10:00 pm in cold Beaver.  Trent wanted to clean it right there...REALLY?!?!  Way too cold for me, so this morning it I am off to clean.  See ya later.