Traveling with kids has some challenges. I was thinking today, that if I could design a special car to cover all of the needs of a family with littles, I would end up with an RV.
A house with wheels.
Tuesday, Husband and I packed everything imaginable for our family to travel four hours away and stay a couple of nights at my parents’ house. On the way there, we stopped for fast food.
While munching nuggets, my son confesses he’s actually really sick, but he’s been hiding it. He was scared we would cancel our trip if we knew.
Husband and I had packed the car to the brim- but we were still unprepared for that surprise.
Once we got to my mom’s, my son had deteriorated to the point that, if my mom hadn’t already happened to have a thermometer, I would have had to go get one right away.
My daughter started coughing the next morning.
We were all beyond lucky that our destination was my mom’s house. My parents are accommodating and understanding. They helped us through, and my family is home again today, comfy, albeit sniffly.
I can’t help but feel connected to the parents still in it this weekend. So many people won’t do the travel thing until Saturday or Sunday. So many have further to go. So many have smaller kids.
We need teleporters, y’all. Forget the flying car. I bet our littles would still be carsick in those, anyway. In the future, an “RV” won’t cut it. We literally need home to travel with us.
Until then, parents, when you’re out there in it, you have all my sympathy.
I see you pulled over letting the sick kid be sick.
I see you pulling out an easy mac as your picky kid sits down to grandma’s 8-course dinner.
I see you trying to put your light sleeper down on a pull-out couch while, downstairs, the party continues at a jolly volume.
I, too, see the line at the gas station restroom, and I, too, pray your kid “makes it.”
Solidarity, parents. If I see you, I’ll share my saltines and wipes.
And don’t forget- there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You’ll be home eventually.