Are we crazy?
Marc Weissbluth may think so. A couple years ago, MariKate and I were listening to “Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child,” just after Dillon was born. We were attempting our first mini road trip to Michigan. Dillon was screaming in the car seat, and Marc was telling us over the speakers how we were horrible parents for not giving naps the priority they deserved (or that’s how I remember it anyways).
But here we are… With three kids this time, on a much longer car trip.
It was two weeks ago when we jumped in the car and started heading south to escape the Chicago winter. We had no idea how the trip would go. Our first goal was simply to make it 2 hours. And to our surprise, those first two hours we’re probably the quietest two hours we had with the kids in months!
That’s not to say that it doesn’t come without it’s challenges. The driver has the better end of the deal. They just have to pay attention to the road. While the passenger has the deal with keeping the kids happy. So no, it’s not like we just get to sit back and relax. But it certainly went way better than we expected.
It was somewhere in Georgia, kid’s quite in the back, that the idea of continuing the adventure across the country entered our mind. Maybe we wouldn’t have to turn around and drive straight back in a couple weeks. Maybe, just maybe, we could continue this crazy adventure.
While in New Smyrna, we decided to to book one more trip in Pensecola. Pensecola would be the point of no return. Depending on how the trip wen’t, we would either retreat back to Chicago (14 hours straight north), or continue heading West. But if we decided to continue West, there would be no turning back. We were going to make it all the way to Scottsdale, AZ.
Today, we decided to go for it. Arizona, here we come. Crazy? Probably. An unforgettable adventure? Definitely.