Long road trips are a time for family members to reflect on just how much they hate long family road trips.
I could go on and on and on about our recent long road trip, but I'm willing to bet it's remarkably similar to every other family's long road trip.
Here is one sentence summing up our recent road trip:
A 10 hour road trip morphs into an ugly 12 hour adventure due to traffic, mother nature, emergency pee breaks, and one vomiting son.
Who can't relate to that, right? Just your typical 12 hour journey to hell and back. Woohoo! Are we there yet? Nope, only 11 more hours to go!
After miraculously surviving that experience, I prepared for my post road trip pity party. You know what that includes, right?
You arrive home from the long road trip and immediately begin drowning in dirty laundry and unopened mail, while trying to figure out where that strange smell is coming from...What IS that smell?
Just prior to that fun experience, my sister helped me put it all in perspective.
She has three children between the ages of 2 and 7. In addition to traffic and thunderstorms, I know her trip included emergency pee breaks, unstoppable "Are we there yet?" whining, and crying (most likely from her husband).
Upon arriving home to an obscene smell and 13 pounds of junk mail, I texted her to see if she had arrived home safely.
Here is our text message exchange:
Me: You home yet?
Sis: We left at 3:40 AM. Only 4 more hours. Got stuck in McDonalds because Ellery's fairies wouldn't come out of the bathroom.
Me: Huh?
Sis: Ellery's fairies wouldn't come out of bathroom stall. This is a true story!
Me: That's hilarious!
Sis: Yeah. Freaking hysterical.
Sis: Line full of peeps waiting to pee and I have a sobbing 4 year old talking about her missing fairies. Someday this will be funny, right?
Me: I assume the fairies finally cooperated?
Sis: Only after I made a big deal about seeing glittery flutters on her palm. We looked certifiable.
So, dear readers, until you find yourself hours from home in a tiny stall with a sobbing four year old who refuses to leave without her fairies, consider your road trip a complete breeze!
At least right up until you realize what's causing that smell. Then all bets are off as you realize traffic and a vomiting son is nothing compared to the cause of that smell.
I could go on and on and on about our recent long road trip, but I'm willing to bet it's remarkably similar to every other family's long road trip.
Here is one sentence summing up our recent road trip:
A 10 hour road trip morphs into an ugly 12 hour adventure due to traffic, mother nature, emergency pee breaks, and one vomiting son.
Who can't relate to that, right? Just your typical 12 hour journey to hell and back. Woohoo! Are we there yet? Nope, only 11 more hours to go!
After miraculously surviving that experience, I prepared for my post road trip pity party. You know what that includes, right?
You arrive home from the long road trip and immediately begin drowning in dirty laundry and unopened mail, while trying to figure out where that strange smell is coming from...What IS that smell?
Just prior to that fun experience, my sister helped me put it all in perspective.
She has three children between the ages of 2 and 7. In addition to traffic and thunderstorms, I know her trip included emergency pee breaks, unstoppable "Are we there yet?" whining, and crying (most likely from her husband).
Upon arriving home to an obscene smell and 13 pounds of junk mail, I texted her to see if she had arrived home safely.
Here is our text message exchange:
Me: You home yet?
Sis: We left at 3:40 AM. Only 4 more hours. Got stuck in McDonalds because Ellery's fairies wouldn't come out of the bathroom.
Me: Huh?
Sis: Ellery's fairies wouldn't come out of bathroom stall. This is a true story!
Me: That's hilarious!
Sis: Yeah. Freaking hysterical.
Sis: Line full of peeps waiting to pee and I have a sobbing 4 year old talking about her missing fairies. Someday this will be funny, right?
Me: I assume the fairies finally cooperated?
Sis: Only after I made a big deal about seeing glittery flutters on her palm. We looked certifiable.
So, dear readers, until you find yourself hours from home in a tiny stall with a sobbing four year old who refuses to leave without her fairies, consider your road trip a complete breeze!
At least right up until you realize what's causing that smell. Then all bets are off as you realize traffic and a vomiting son is nothing compared to the cause of that smell.
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