Dear Fellow Moms,
Let me tell you a story. Last summer we packed up our 4 kids in the mini van and headed west. The 30 hour drive from Cincinnati to Utah spread over 3 days was ... well ...
Talk about weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and all sorts of mental and emotional breakdowns. Our 18-month-old daughter was affected most. Each time we’d stop for gas or get out for a meal, she thought we’d arrived at our destination. Getting her back in the car seat was like the “Rumble in the Jungle.”
We tried everything: singing songs (“Let it Go...”), telling stories (“that’s right, windmills are really there to keep the cows cool...”), eating snacks (“Mine!”), trying to have her share the Tablet with her older sister (which of course caused MORE fighting). Nothing worked. She was miserable.
And of course my husband, who never lets me drive on long road trips (he’s the world’s worst backseat driver...ever!) kept looking over at me to solve all the kid problems (“what can I do, I’m driving...?”). I felt like a...
COMPLETE, TOTAL, FAILURE!!