Ah, a family road trip with toddlers—it’s akin to swallowing shards of glass and then attempting to quench your thirst with saltwater. It’s a painful experience, fraught with potential chaos. I learned this the hard way a few summers back.
In the spring of 2009, we decided to turn a job interview into a mini family getaway. Looking back, I wouldn’t recommend it, regardless of how budget-conscious you may be. We spent an exhausting 12 hours on the road with a 4-year-old and a barely 2-year-old. Trust me, it was as dreadful as it sounds.
My normally sweet children have never enjoyed being strapped into those 5-point harnesses, even for short trips around town. Imagine how they felt being confined for their first long journey in those claustrophobic contraptions! I would have leapt out of my own skin if someone tried to buckle me into that thigh-pinching seat for twelve straight hours.
My eldest, Madison, felt the need to ask, “Are we there yet?” every 20 minutes. I used to find that phrase amusing, but I quickly realized it can drive you to the brink of madness, especially when repeated incessantly. I used to think those parents just lacked patience, but now I see I was wrong. It can indeed make a grown woman cry if asked in the right tone enough times over a prolonged period.
While Madison unleashed her barrage of questions, my youngest, Lily, was in a complete meltdown over a gnat. Yes, a gnat! It must have been the scariest, most monstrous gnat in existence because, bless her little heart, she screamed for three hours straight.
To summarize the chaos: Madison was relentlessly asking if we had arrived yet, while Lily was in a state of utter terror over a tiny flying insect. I was teetering on the edge of my sanity, and my poor husband was trying to plot his escape route to the nearest gun shop.
I rummaged through my bag of tricks, but the 1200 DVDs I packed were doing little to hold their attention. We colored, we sang the same few songs over and over—“Twinkle, Twinkle,” “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” and the ever-popular Subway jingle that Lily was obsessed with. Yes, that jingle played on loop, and while it was cute at first, it quickly wore thin.
After what felt like an eternity, we stopped for lunch at a Wendy’s in West Virginia. My husband thought it would be a good idea to let the girls stretch their legs. Have you seen Wrong Turn?
We ordered our food, but of course, it was undercooked. While I waited for the meal to be prepared, a fly descended upon our table, and mayhem erupted. My toddlers leaped, screamed, and cried as if they were being attacked by Godzilla!
In a moment of desperation, I took off my flip-flop and dispatched that fly right there in front of the other diners. Then, in an unexpected turn of events, Lily yelled at the top of her lungs, “EWWWW, FAArTED. Stinks!” Mortified, I hurriedly exited the Wendy’s with my kids in tow, only to realize that she hadn’t actually farted—her diaper had blown out.
All in all, we might have emerged a bit worse for wear, but I consider it a testament to our family resilience that we all arrived at our destination, steering clear of any asylums or gun shops—except for that poor fly at Wendy’s.
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Summary
Traveling with toddlers can be a chaotic and often maddening experience. The author recounts a particularly challenging 12-hour road trip filled with relentless questions, unexpected meltdowns, and a surprising encounter with a gnat at a Wendy’s. Despite the trials, the family makes it to their destination, proving their ability to endure and maintain a sense of humor.
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