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an inexperienced yet somehow expert road tripper

Thursday morning two weeks ago at 7:17am EDT Baby K, YBW, and I left home for Georgia.
(If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time you’re wondering about 7:17. My goal was to leave by 7:00 and we ran seventeen minutes behind. In the grand scheme of life seventeen minutes off schedule isn’t too bad and I quickly let it go.)

Baby K hadn’t made that trip since July of 2020 when her family moved here. She had no memory of making that trip. She had no concept of ‘road trip’. But with a bit of explanation and creative encouragement she was ready for the undertaking.

We had the right mix of toys, books, stuffies, and snacks. We had the right kind of attitude. We had a new and improved route. We had a girl eager to see her mom and dad.

Now, I’m here to tell you Thing 1 and Thing 2 were experts at car travel. They had more miles under their butts before they were out of car seats than many adults out there. Between their auntie in Charleston and their grandparents in Florida, my girls were experienced over the road travelers.
Turns out it must be genetic because Baby K was a delightful car traveler.

We stopped often enough for her to stretch her legs and go potty, and for YBW and I to switch driving. She ate enough snacks, read enough books, napped enough, and chatted and sang enough to entertain herself and us.


You’ll notice the busyboard to her right, the snack bag to her left, a cup of water in each cupholder and an apple core in her lap where it rested while she slept.

Our journey took a little over twelve hours.
Never once did that kid complain.
Never once did that kid whine.
She was content.
She was funny and playful.
She was kind and loving.

She was a better traveler than some adults I know.

She shrieked, “Momma! Daddy! I see Momma and Daddy! Daddy! Momma! I here! We here!” when we pulled into the driveway at her Nana’s house where her parents stood on the porch.
Her joy was reflected on the faces of her mom and dad.
She was with the people she belonged with and she was joyful!

Monday the following week, Thing 1, Baby K, YBW and I began the return journey.
(Husband N came home the following weekend.)
While we were packed a little tighter than we were going down, we managed to share snacks and waters and songs and conversations. We stopped for chicken biscuits and to pee on the side of the road. (potty chair to the rescue)
Somewhere between Columbia, SC and Charlotte, NC my car’s AC stopped blowing cold air.
(WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUCK?)

Y’all, never once did any of us complain.
Never once did any of us whine.
Never once did any of us lose our temper.
We made the best of a bad situation.
I’m still not sure who lead the best example, us for Baby K or her for us.
She only expressed once that she was hot.
When she expressed not liking the road noise she understood when we explained it was either noise or heat, she chose noise. I mean, we didn’t really give her a choice, but she agreed that noisy air was better than being hot.

We made it home in just less than twelve hours.
YBW adjusted the temperature of the house via app from the road so we were nice and cool the moment we got home.
Baby K was happy to sit in the chair and watch Mira, Royal Detective while we unloaded the car.
We brought Thing 1 and Baby K here to our house because it was closing in on bedtime and we could share the responsibility easier together. I took them home (in YBW’s air conditioned car) Tuesday morning.
Sundance stayed with the dogs and cats and welcomed us home when we arrived Tuesday morning. Of course Baby K wouldn’t even look at her and Thing 1 and I were so tired we barely made conversation, but somehow she knew our gratitude and left us with big hugs.
After putting Baby K in bed for her nap (I got to rock her which I haven’t done in such a long time!) I helped Thing 1 change her bed and left those girls to their own devices.

Somehow a three year old girl, inexperienced in the fine art of road tripping, turned out to manage it like a dang expert!
I can’t explain it, but I’m certainly here for it.
She did have great help from her mom and grandparents, I’m just sayin’.

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road trip baggage and snacks

Hi, my name is Robyn and I’m an over-packer.
Hi Robyn.

It is what it is, y’all.

I’m in Charleston for the next five days. Spending time with Sally and her fam and my beloved Jessica.
I don’t need this much stuff.
As I was pulling things out and laying them on my bed in preparation to pack I was aware that there was more than I needed.
It’s just my thing. (one of my many ‘things’)
I over pack.
I can’t rely on the exact number of (whatevers) being the right amount! You never know if you’re going to spill something on yourself. Or sneeze and pee your pants. Or just be sick of wearing something and want to change.
I want options.
And here’s the truth, I’m carrying the bag(s) so I can choose to fill or not as I see fit.

The one and only time I didn’t over pack, when I took exactly what I needed with nothing to spare, the weather was different than forcasted, we did different things than expected, and I had to borrow a pair of shoes from Thing 1.
NEVER AGAIN!

You might say, “One girl doesn’t need that many pairs of shoes for five days.”
To that I say, “First of all, up yours.”
I have one pair that I intend to wear with one particular dress. The dress and shoes ‘should’ have been left in the closet. But I love the dress and wanted to wear it in Charleston. And sure, other shoes would do, but these are the ones that I love best with the dress. So I packed them.
Again, I’m carrying the bag(s) therefore I make the decisions.
(After the photo was taken, I added two pairs of shoes.)

On another note…
YBW hugged me for the fifth time the morning I left and said, “The bag beside your purse is for you to take on the trip.” I got all smiley, and he said, “It’s not a present, it’s just me taking care of you.”

Y’all!
Look at this!


He packed my insulated lunch bag!
He was worried I wouldn’t eat while I was on the road.


Inside there was cheese, apples, mixed nuts, two pieces of Halloween candy I took from our bucket, and diet DP.
He packed me the perfect road trip snacks! Good protein, something sweet, and caffeine to keep me going when it gets late and I’ve still got miles to go.
And(!!!) Two packs of spearmint gum in the outside pocket. One to replace the nearly empty one in my purse, the other as ‘in case of gum emergency’ gum to have in the car!
I’m grateful to YBW for making my car lunch (and dinner)! It was kind, and I appreciate his thoughtfulness!

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