It’s a Holiday weekend in Ontario and because we have nothing better to do with our time and because we love grandma and grandpa, we’ve decided to spend the weekend all together in 75 sq ft of space (maybe less). Yes, we have decided that it’s once again time to load up my hubby’s Mazda and drive 9 hours to visit his parents. I love them, I really do.
Travelling with young children freaking sucks. Travelling with a potty training 2 year old sucks more. Travelling through numerous construction zones including a highway closure and subsequent traffic jam when you are an hour into a 5 hour drive makes me feel like slitting my wrists might be more fun and certainly less painful.
I hate road trips.
Unfortunately my awesome in-laws live a long-ass road trip away. I really wish they lived closer – we have so much fun with them! If they lived closer we could see them more often, dump the girls on them for a weekend, and do other fun stuff with them. But instead, I’m tapping this post out on my iPod Touch, 4 hours into what should be a 5 hour drive and have only just passed the halfway mark.
Pass the Gravol.