“Want to go to a concert tomorrow night? Oh, it’s 5 hours and 3 states away.” Absolutely!
“Got your passport handy? A bunch of us are thinking of hitting up the clubs in Canada this weekend.” Count me in!
“Interested in a spring break road trip to the Florida Keys? It’s only about a 26 hour drive from here.” Why, yes I am!
When I was in college, spontaneous adventures were my favorite. I could always be ready for anything, at anytime. Class? Homework? No worries, I could make it all happen.
Man, I miss those days.
Spontaneity doesn’t live here anymore. Little people might not weigh much, but they have hit my free spirited and gallivanting ways like a ton of bricks. I move at a snails pace, and each and every event needs to be carefully calculated well in advance.
This weekend, I went on my first ever (since having Paul) solo road trip with the 3 little kids (left my husband and oldest back home for school and work). There was nothing spontaneous about the trip. I knew about it weeks in advance, and I packed and planned for days prior to leaving. Everything about it was an ordeal.
Pack myself. Pack 3 kids.
Pack the baby. OMG the baby need so much stuff! Stroller, pack n play, swaddling blankets, burp clothes, diapers, wipes, bumbo seats and more!
And then there is the car ride.
Pack the “funbags”, grab the movies, make sure to remember tasty road snacks, and don’t forget the sippy cups. Fitting everything in the minivan became an epic game of Jenga.
Potty breaks, feeding breaks, diaper changes, full on clothing changes after someone became car sick.
But we made it to our destination, and we had a great time after all. It was so much work, but at the end of the day, it was still so very worth it. But whoa, traveling with children, particularly babies, is just a whole lot of exhausting.
Traveling with kids? Don’t forget to pack your patience. Whew!
Do you do a lot of traveling with your baby?