We went, as is our tradition, to Kansas for Thanksgiving. I really enjoy spending Thanksgiving with my husband’s family but there is no getting from here to there that doesn’t take all dang day. This year, for very boring reasons, we had to take two cars so I ended up driving the kids and my teenage niece while he drove by himself.
I think we all know who got the better end of that deal.
The drive was actually fine. Uneventful even. No bad traffic, no bad weather, no car barfs — the parenting road trip dream trifecta. Because the drive was nine hours and I was carting children, we did have to stop five times. Each time gave me an opportunity to remember that the rules of normal eating do not apply when you are on a road trip.
Gas station hot dog at 8:45am? SURE!
Multiple cans of Pringles? Why not!
Leftover Halloween candy passed around the car every 75 miles for people who aren’t whining? Well, that’s just good parenting.
A 44 ounce Diet Coke? NO. That is for real life, when there are bathrooms everywhere. Road trips mean dealing with a mild case of dehydration until we get past the Missouri state line, kids.
There are a few things that I basically only read on road trips: those gross but good Hostess fruit pies (cherry, please), Bugles, Red Vines, and… well, the list could go on, but I’m curious about you (yes, you). What is your road trip food?