One of the portfolios that comes with being Mom to an 8 month old, is that of Backseat Entertainer on long road trips. And this weekend I was once again reminded that I officially stink at it - gah!
Our longer road trips usually start out all serene and pleasant, with Driver, Baby and The Backseat Entertainer looking surprisingly similar: Excited, well-rested and all smiles. Holiday music plays in the background, there's friendly back and forth banter and Baby might even take a peaceful nap. Perfect.
|Those blissful first 20 minutes of a trip...|
However, somewhere during the endless drive the situation usually takes a turn for the worse. Suddenly the difference between Driver, Baby, and The Backseat Entertainer becomes glaringly obvious: Two of the three look like they've traveled very far on the back of an open pick-up... in a mobile chicken coop. Their clothes are wrinkled; their hair is standing in all possible directions; and their bodies are covered in spit-up, fruit puree, poop and finely torn tissue paper. The driver, however, arrives at the final destination looking immaculate - cool as a cucumber. No outsider would ever have guessed that all three had, in fact, used the same mode of transport to get there.
So where am I going wrong? Which tricks am I missing? In exactly T minus two days we'll be leaving on a long awaited two week holiday. To Cape Town. Which equals an eight hour drive on Day One. I. Am. Terrified. Please help!