The peanut and I are road tripping it again. We’re heading up to NC for a relaxing, week-long visit with the family.
Well, relaxing once I survive the six-hour drive with a toddler by my lonesome. If you know me, you know I’ve been obsessing about this for about a week. I’ve traveled alone with peanut before. There have been two airplane trips to NC solo. No big deal. Quick flight. Totally doable. There was the drive to the mountains for a long weekend with the sister. But that was only a four hour drive and he was in the habit of sleeping in the car then.
Now…well, we’ll see.
I’ve got the portable DVD (thanks, Jess), snacks, books, a plan. We’ll totally be fine…right? Right?
But once we get there, ahhhh! My parents will be armed with a bottle of wine with my name on it and they will be more than eager to take the little one off my hands. Every day of the next week has a visit with a family member or friend. The fall weather should be perfect for walks and exploring. Afternoons (provided peanut actually naps) on the deck with a book or a journal will be restorative for mommy. Evenings of just me and my folks.
I’ll miss the hubby like crazy and I know peanut will, too. But the excitement of watching peanut interact with his family…well worth a potentially painful drive and stressful week of routine management. Most of the family hasn’t seen him since June. And my, my, he’s growing up so much.
So it might be dark here at High Heels and High Chairs for a few days. But just think of all the fun stories I’ll have to share on the flip side?
(They will be fun stories, right? Not horror stories of a crazed mom, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, tossing sippy cups and board books into the back seat while speeding up I-85, right? Right?)