I used to love a good ol’ road trip. Now, not so much.
I could blame it on the kid, but the truth is, I haven’t enjoyed road trips for a few years now. I don’t know what it is, but I can.not.handle. being cooped up in the car.
I love exploring new places, but if I could just skip the whole “driving part”, that would be great.
Having a 1 year old in tow doesn’t help any either. He’ll sleep for a little while in the car, but when he wakes up, things can go downhill pretty quickly. Snacks help. Lots of snacks. He takes after his mama.
We went to San Antonio this past weekend for a wedding reception, and the trip there was pretty easy breezy. Little Man slept most of the way there, and we only had to stop once (it’s a 2 1/2 hour trip for us).
The ride home was a different story.
It didn’t help that mama and papa were both feeling slightly hung over from the night before. Thank goodness that Grandma had come with us to help wrangle the Little Man. If she wasn’t there to help, their may have been tears shed at both the Buc-ee’s we stopped at. True story. I’m talking mama tears.
We made it home in one piece…and again, thank God for Grandmas (and Buc-ee’s).
In related news, don’t let this sweet smile fool you. Approximately 1.75 seconds later, he was screaming bloody murder because clearly, mama & papa are the meanest for making him be strapped into his car seat.