One of my husband's big selling points of moving to CoMo was how much closer it was to our families: a six hour drive from his and an eight hour drive from mine (we were a full day's drive away). What he neglected to mention is that I would be doing those drives alone, well alone except for two very demanding passengers.
To be honest though, it's my own fault. Whenever the girls have a break from school I think "well we'll just take a quick trip to Grandma's!" After all, twenty four hour free babysitting everyday is hard to resist. Yes, it seems like a great idea until I am actually in the car trying to cater to the demands of the girls while I careen down the highway. My husband called to yell at my for texting while driving yesterday (I typed up a tweet at a red light, don't hate me) but the real danger is just in trying to keep everyone sane.
It's as if I have discovered a new extreme sport. Skateboarding flips? Pashaw. Try traveling with children. Events include reaching a fallen cup while doing eighty, pouring water into said cup and replacing the top all without taking a hand off the steering wheel, and breaking up fights while belted in. All I can say is, thank god I don't drive a stick anymore.
One of the many things I said I wouldn't do when I had kids was use DVD players in the car. I was going to make up stories and sing to to them. We were going to listen to books on tape. Now I can't get enough of them. Bless my sister-in-law for loaning us hers for the trip home. Eight straight hours of TV? Okay, if it means us getting there alive.