"Mommy? Racoon. Buckle."
When we got the minivan Chris pointed out that we would see our family so much more because we could just pick up and drive home. It was a comforting albeit amorphous concept to think about road-tripping with our children to see grandparents and cousins more frequently and theoretically whenever we wanted.
Those amorphous, theoretical road trips became a reality two weeks ago when we decided to go to Idaho and then 24 hours later we left. We drove to Idaho Falls, a drive that took a little over fourteen hours from our house. Then I drove from Idaho Falls to Salt Lake, that drive took four hours. Then Salt Lake to Southern California, which took ten hours. Then back to Redwood City, seven hours.
Thirty-five hours, five states, and eighty zillion miles.
After two weeks on the road I felt like we had tried most of the road trip options you read about: a whole day of driving, a half day, mornings, afternoons. By our last trip (Apple Valley to Redwood City - omg that sounds like such a charming journey. It was not.), we were all desperate to be home, so we decided we would drive through the night when both kids were sleeping.
An hour into the night I thought I had everything figured out. I told Chris this was the way of the future! We were only driving through the night from now on! It’s so easy! Zoe is happy! Jack isn’t whining! Why did we ever try anything else?!
I’ll tell you why. After two hours behind the wheel I was delirious with drowsiness. By 10:00 Chris was driving and I was out cold in the passenger seat. I don’t know what we’ll do when we drive home for Thanksgiving, but we won’t be driving through the night.
It turns out when you are a sleep-deprived mother of two with a penchant for narcolepsy, driving through the night is not your safest option. Also? Road trip tips welcome.