This weekend we traveled to the NYC/New Jersey area for a family event. My husband, our two daughters, and a carload full of baby stuff trekked over mountains, across pastures and through the woods. For six hours.
I knew it was going to be one interesting journey when two of the first few miles of our trip took one entire hour to drive (compliments of Washington DC traffic). Then you add in a two year old that refused to sleep, only to finally fall asleep three hours after her “normal” bedtime. And our eight month old cried so hard and so long in the car that we had to pull over to the side of the highway to check her temperature for fear that she had a raging fever.
Once there, we soaked in every ounce of family time that could possibly be squeezed out of a weekend. In fact, we broke a record for the number of overnight occupants ever in my sister-in-law’s (and boyfriend’s) apartment. Nine people crammed into a two bedroom apartment that was approximately 600 square feet.
Some people might consider this a bit on the crazy side of life, but I can honestly say that we had a wonderful time and thoroughly enjoyed the close quarters. When else can your two year old crawl into bed with her Grandma and Grandpop at 1:30 in the morning? And what hotel knows that you like your scrambled eggs a bit on the runny side?
Although I can’t say my husband and I are chomping at the bit to plan our next roadtrip, our two year old woke up this morning asking when she gets to see her Aunt Sue again…
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