Facebookers, I see your happy family vacation pics and I raise you two: cleaning puke off a car seat and watching as two guys try and fix the dent in the car (made when I hit a pole earlier in the week) that is slowly shredding the tire.
In my defense, I only ignored the dent because it happened when I was on my way home from the auto repair shop; the right door refused to open because of yes, all the dents. (I am nothing if not consistent.)
(Big thanks to a certain neighbor and two passers by for helping out with that sitch.)
I have zero to say about the puking. It happens whenever she’s in the car for more than ten minutes. I put her on a bus to camp last week. She puked every day and three times on Wednesday. Needless to say, she is not going back. And that thing you’re about to suggest I try? I’ve tried it.
I romanticize these car trips in the planning. I have visions of singalongs, covered bridges and quirky bookstores. But in reality, one thing happens after another and before you know it you’re buying Febreze in Syracuse.
UPDATE: One week later we are driving home and I got to hold this: #StillWinning
on the plus side, the nice men changing your tyre are far better covered than Brits with their arses hanging out.
So very true!
Dramamine or Bonine DO work if you follow directions.. But I do relate to thee carseat covered in vomit..Been there, done that…ewwww…