Yes, that’s twenty-one hours in the car. With two kids. And, we’ve been doing it for the past four years.
This year, we loaded my phone with movies to help pass the time for the kids, but, to our surprise, they watched one movie in twenty-one hours. To my horror, that left more than nineteen hours that I needed to fill.
It was a last-minute trip this year so I didn’t have time to do much planning. We played car bingo which the kids had a love/hate relationship with (we’re still working on patience and delayed gratification). The front-seaters got a little tired of the ‘when are we going to see a dooooog?? When are we gonna see an airplaaaane??’ whining from the back-seaters. I found a fantastic website for mazes and games that kept the kids busy as well as introducing Jackson to the world of Sudoku. Everyone’s favourite car activity though was a little something I threw together just before we were leaving. I’m a big fan of imagination so I made a few pages with random shapes for the kids to turn into art. They loved doing the same sheet over and over to come up with something new each time. One of the sheets had a circle and stars at the top which I was sure would be turned into a moon but in the four versions they did, never once did those stars become part of a night sky.
We had a week away in a beautiful place where the weather was perfect. We saw nature, ate well (honey almond ice-cream = going back next year ) and played, yet, some of our favourite memories are of the drive. There’s something to be said for being stuck in a confined space together with no choice but to make the best of it. Okay, to be honest, the drive home is never fun. There’s nothing new and exciting to look forward to at the end so everyone’s nerves are a little more prickly (yes, by ‘everyone’ I mean ‘me’). For the last five hours of every drive home my husband and I commit to flying next time…