On Road Trips With Small Children
May. 4th, 2009 10:11 pmA trip that will require six to eight hours in the car is not necessarily impossible to do in one day with a toddler, as long as you are free to make as many stops as you need to, for as long as you need to, playing it by ear based on how your kid is acting.
But if you have, say, a ferry to catch, and it must be the one that leaves the mainland at 6pm, such that you have to press on without stopping, even while your 18-month-old is screaming, begging to nurse, that's something else altogether.
Or if you have, say, a tutoring client scheduled for the evening you get back, it's far better to cancel right up front than to have to press on, even while your 18-month-old is screaming, begging to get a well-deserved break from his car seat.
We ended up missing the ferry we had tickets for and going stand-by later that night, no harm done, so we might as well have made the trip easier on little G in the first place. We ended up getting stuck behind an accident on the way home and having to cancel the student appointment anyway, so...you get the picture.
Poor kid.
So now we know what was probably obvious to everyone else on earth: Don't set out on a long trip with a toddler and a same-day deadline, period. Ever. It turns out four hours is the absolute maximum driving time we can commit to getting through in a day with any prediction about when we'll arrive.
How people with more than one child ever get anywhere is a complete mystery to me.
We actually had a really good time, or rather, several bouts of really good time interspersed over our rainy weekend on Martha's Vineyard. When I've recovered from the ordeal of getting home, it may be possible to write a post about the fun parts.
I had one of the most productive writing sessions in recent months sitting in my car on a dark, cold night of heavy rain, after Dan and Gareth had gone to bed and the hotel lobby was locked up. Sitting in the driver's seat, running down the car battery to keep all the lights on, shivering in all my damp raingear and dripping on the legal pad propped on the steering wheel, I finally figured out how to fill the giant gaping plot hole in the Ria story. It wasn't fun, exactly, but it was a tremendous relief.
But if you have, say, a ferry to catch, and it must be the one that leaves the mainland at 6pm, such that you have to press on without stopping, even while your 18-month-old is screaming, begging to nurse, that's something else altogether.
Or if you have, say, a tutoring client scheduled for the evening you get back, it's far better to cancel right up front than to have to press on, even while your 18-month-old is screaming, begging to get a well-deserved break from his car seat.
We ended up missing the ferry we had tickets for and going stand-by later that night, no harm done, so we might as well have made the trip easier on little G in the first place. We ended up getting stuck behind an accident on the way home and having to cancel the student appointment anyway, so...you get the picture.
Poor kid.
So now we know what was probably obvious to everyone else on earth: Don't set out on a long trip with a toddler and a same-day deadline, period. Ever. It turns out four hours is the absolute maximum driving time we can commit to getting through in a day with any prediction about when we'll arrive.
How people with more than one child ever get anywhere is a complete mystery to me.
We actually had a really good time, or rather, several bouts of really good time interspersed over our rainy weekend on Martha's Vineyard. When I've recovered from the ordeal of getting home, it may be possible to write a post about the fun parts.
I had one of the most productive writing sessions in recent months sitting in my car on a dark, cold night of heavy rain, after Dan and Gareth had gone to bed and the hotel lobby was locked up. Sitting in the driver's seat, running down the car battery to keep all the lights on, shivering in all my damp raingear and dripping on the legal pad propped on the steering wheel, I finally figured out how to fill the giant gaping plot hole in the Ria story. It wasn't fun, exactly, but it was a tremendous relief.
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Date: 2009-05-05 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-05 06:10 pm (UTC)Be sure to schedule your flight so that you have the two-hour early check-in time allowed, plus the 3+ hours drive from the beach to the airport. We were planning to return home on the 28th, so that means a flight leaving here at 5PM or so. For the flight getting here, I'd love to have you come a day early, but if you must arrive on the 25th, try to get here by noon-1PM.
Don't worry - we'll have fun!
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-06 03:22 am (UTC)We'll be arriving in plenty of time. I'll email you our flight info shortly.
So looking forward to being there!
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-06 04:42 am (UTC)In days of old, I think with lots of sanity loss and threats of violence. Nowadays, I think with DVDs.
Good news about filling in the plot hole!
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Date: 2009-05-06 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-07 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-07 04:26 am (UTC)The mysterious power
Date: 2009-05-07 07:29 pm (UTC)Also, with maneuvering, and stretchy breasts, one can nurse a child while spouse is driving. I was so grateful when they got old enough that I could return to the front seat and talk to the other grownup in the car.
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Date: 2009-05-16 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 05:33 pm (UTC)And I thought I had impediments to writing!
It sounds like the certain values of normal you fostered are about the same values of normal I'm aiming for. My husband remembers math games like those from the car trips of his childhood. I could never read in a moving car, so I'd spend the hours staring out the window and making up stories using whatever we drove past.