Are we nearly there yet???
The joy of car journeys. You plan a trip for the children, knowing they will enjoy their day trip but each and every time I forget the dreaded car journey. The journey that destroys me!
We pile in, strap each child into the designated car seat. And off we go…….
Less than five minutes into the journey the arguing starts, two of them want to use the same dvd player, to watch different films, of course. Chloe plugs herself into her Ipod which Erin then demands with screams that would crack frozen lakes.
We pull in, play swap seats which now sees me squishing myself between a stage 2 car seat and a booster. My bottom fails to fit into this gap . I perch on an angle, and feel the edges of the seat pinching into me. We start off again, this time I am dishing out drinks, and keeping the peace.
Dylan starts complaining he feels sick. The window is opened to let in fresh air, it doesn’t work as he threatens to spill his guts. I turn to look at him and he is white, very white. Another pitstop, this time at the side of a dual carraigeway. Cars whizz by whilst we I hold Dylan as he throws up on the verge.
Third time lucky, we set off again, this time driver side and passenger side windows are opened by the husband as he doesn’t believe in using the air con. Therefore I am blown left and right by the mini tornado whirling when you are sitting in the middle.
We finally arrive at our destination, I look old, windswept and disheartened with a little bit of vomit on my shoe for good measure. Roll on the journey home.
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