Aaahhhh. The family road trip!

We are 20 min into a 6-8 hour road trip and my (almost) 7 year old has already hit his word quota for the week, the baby has figured out how to shake the milk out of his sippy cup and is alternating between making fake coughing noises and screaming at the top of his lungs to get our attention, we have stopped once for breakfast and then stopped again to dig for “stuff” in the back of the van while picking up Pepto for me because my husband apparently thinks driving like a clown in a circus show is a great idea.

It’s going to be a long day!



Ahhh! Stuff!

As the mom/co-pilot on the family road trip, I have many roles: organizer, navigator, glasses cleaner, acrobat, (the Cirque de soleil performers have nothing on a mother trying to reach a dropped blankie wedged between a car seat and door, while traveling 70 mph) chef, food/beverage server, table busser, DJ, tv programmer, stuff finder, live audience (Curt likes to crack corny jokes as we drive, for example as we passed a pick up truck full of old tires he quips: “hey, do you think that guy is TIRED?!?” har har har), time keeper (“are we there? How long until we get there? How long have we been in the car? If we were driving to an island in the middle of the ocean how much longer would that take?!?”) weather reporter, and so on. Basically take the entire staff of a cruise ship, roll all of their responsibilities into a one person job and there you have it.

By the way, one of the best purchases we have made was this tray for Jack’s car seat.


It attaches around the car seat, has pockets on the side, yet is soft enough to not injure him if we, God forbid, get into an accident. We used this for the flights to Europe, and on his stroller as we were cruising around. Bonus!

This trip I’m even smart enough to put a plastic placemat onto the tray when he eats! Victory!

Incidentally, we are now 4 hours into the trip. Yes, it has taken me this long to write a few paragraphs in between all of the nonsense. 😉

But as much as I joke (complain) about the fiasco of the road trip, I have such great memories of trips we took when I was younger. (NB: this does NOT including the aptly named “trip from hell” where I had sun poisoning and motion sickness and vomited my way across the state of California only to have my dad clean the rental car with PINE SOL (to this day I still can’t tolerate that fresh pine scent).)

When Anthony came barreling into my room at 6 this morning just bursting with excitement, it brought me right back to that feeling of pure joy that vacation brings to a child. So I am going to try to not worry about the cost of the room service, and accept that Jack will have a coating of sand on every square inch of his body, and just have fun with my guys!

We are building up their memories and I want them to have lots of smiles to remember.

I must run, it’s feeding time at the zoo and being the zoo keeper is just another part of my job description!!


Stay tuned for tales from the beach!!


Tara is a stay at home mom to two sons. She is a lover of family, friends, food and laughter. Her life is a roller coaster ride full of hilarity, diapers, exercise and fun.

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4 Responses

  1. Jen Thompson says:

    Thanks for the chuckles! I love your writing. I’m also on my way to the beach. We are going to myrtle. So I feel your pain. Although my kids are a bit older so it is much much easier!!

  2. Dan says:

    Well written and illustrated. Do you have vomit bags on board that your boys can miss should they decide to hurl on the floor of your car? Sound familiar?

    • Tara says:

      I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I may incriminate myself!! 😉 Actually, I have plastic buckets. Anthony gets motion sick as well. It’s the gift that keeps on giving!!

      (still no pine sol!)

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