Lil’ J has been a traveler since she was evicted from my womb. She’s ridden a dozen and a half airplanes and she knows the routine. Air travel, piece of cake. We have it down to a science. But road trips… That’s another story. Which explains why the thought of our 3.5 hour drive up to Dallas tomorrow makes me want to vomit.
I never understood why parents dreaded family road trips so much. Was it all the boring I-spy games? Or the long drive in general… Butt numbness? No. It’s most definitely riding with the children.
I’ve tried to explain to her that red means stop and green means go. She seems to be getting it because just as the light turns green she yells at me to proceed. You know, like that car you hate that honks from behind a millisecond after the light changes. I fear for the day she gets her license.
Anyway, that afternoon we’ll be visiting my dad in Fort Worth, and hanging out, then I’ll be in Dallas that evening co-hosting a tweet-up event. You can read all about it here. If you’re in the area I’d love to meet you there, and feel free to bring a friend. We’ll be talking about empowering women and women’s health as well as gearing up for the Blogalicious conference. RSVP for free food and swag. And if you can’t make it or you’re not close enough you can still join in online. Tuesday night use the hashtags #iamSHE and #BlogaDallas to follow along and join in.
In the mean time, if you have any tips for road tripping with a backseat-driving toddler please pass them along. You may just save my life.
Tags: Traveling with toddler