Road Trip: Do As I Say; Not As I Do
Thursday, 8. July 2010 19:20
Summertime has arrived. The call of the road lures us out onto the open highway. Road Trips can be a great way to get away from it all if you can divorce yourself from all your electronic gadgets. You really can be unreachable. To avoid the Road Trip from hell keep this story in mind.
A Car Bigger Than a Tin Can
After spending a decade uneventfully driving up and down Interstate 95 between Orlando and Philly with my husband and my young son, I decided to branch out and explore with my older sister and our two six year old boys, Jason and John. It was 1985. The boys were enjoying their last summer before beginning kindergarten. The outing began when Terri arrived in her new Datsun Starlet, a car about the size of a VW bug. It was a new car for her so I didn’t see it until she arrived from Key West to pick us up for the ride to Pennsylvania. What a shocker! Not much bigger than a tin can. Keep in mind I didn’t usually travel in luxury. At the time, my husband and I owned a 1980’s Ford Fiesta before it was fashionable. Just think smaller than a Ford Fiesta.
Get me to the demerol
First stop Durham, NC to visit an elderly, childless aunt who is one of those superb southern cooks and an avid reader of Southern Living Magazine. My son who to this date eats a very select diet would devour Aunt Imogene’s fried chicken, garden fresh green beans, and home made biscuits just to get a piece of her fantastic chocolate pound cake. Unfortunately within 24 hours of our arrival, I came down with a bladder infection severe enough to make it into the Guineas Book of World Records. It necessitated a trip to my aunt’s doctor and a prescription for an antibiotic and demerol for the pain if you can believe that.
Full out assault
Our trip to Pennsylvania was delayed a day. The two six year old cousins who had always been inseparable found themselves to be arch enemies after spending 11 hours crammed in the back seat of the Starlet and then having to be on their best behavior at Aunt Imogene’s. An afternoon trip to the mall to get the active boys out of Aunt Imogene’s resulted in a full out assault in the back seat. My son Jason, yes, my quiet, peaceful son, attacks my nephew and actually rips his T shirt off. Shocking to see since he had never raised a hand to anyone ever. In my son’s defense his cousin had a major problem with motion sickness and to combat it was constantly in motion in the car – lying upside down one minute, backwards the next. In John’s defense, having been born and raised in Key West, he never had to spend more than 5 minutes in the car traveling around the island. Culture shock for both boys.
Look out he’s going to blow
A day on Demerol and we were back on the road again to our final destination Grandmom and Granddad’s house in Levittown, Pa. Needless to say getting my son back in the car took some real fast talking. Two hours into the second leg of our trip, we hear coming from the back seat. “John is going to blow up. John is going to blow up all over my blanket.” Jason still traveled with his blanky. Upon turning around to figure out what in the world John was doing, I realized blow up really meant throw up and I didn’t have anything handy for him to blow up in. I grab and empty some small Tupperware container. Fortunately, Aunt Imogene’s Southern hospitality always compelled her to send food along for the ride. The food was not what we needed but thank goodness for that Tupperware. There we were on 95 heading through downtown Baltimore when my sister quickly exists the road so John can empty his stomach.
The rest of the ride to Pennsylvania was uneventful thanks to a McDonald’s Happy Meals promotional that included plastic blocks called Popoids. By the time that trip was over we had a complete set of Popoids and a desire never to set foot in a McDonalds again. By the end of the trip, we were trying to distract the two cousins whenever we passed a McDonalds billboard. To no avail.
Oh no, not again
What else could possibly go wrong. I discovered the day after we arrived at my parents that I am severely allergic to Sulfa, used to treat bladder infections. I found myself covered from head to toe in hives, itching, intolerable hives. This time I am off to my parents’ doctor. And of course our trip to start back to Florida was delayed.
When we finally start our journey back home, I was groggy on antihistamines and covered with calamine lotion. Even though I was a married Mom, it was still very embarrassing every time we stopped for a Happy Meal. In retrospect, the best part of that trip for me was the complete set of popoids that we collected along the way.
My advice to anyone traveling with children includes:
1. If you have a child who you know suffers with motion sickness, check in with your doctor before beginning your trip. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
2. Make sure that you have your health insurance card with you when you travel. Understand your benefits when you are out of network. My bladder infection could have been a very expensive problem without those benefits.
3. Make sure that you pack according to the size of your car. With today’s hand held electronic game devices that certainly is easier to do. But, remember kids need space and time to get out and run around. Allow time for those stops in your travel plans. Check out Moms Minivan for fun games and toys to make and use while in the car.
4. Finally, McDonald’s provided a great treat for the boys while traveling. It was something for them to look forward to. Just make sure to have a variety of foods in the car and decide ahead of time how often the children get to choose the place to stop for meals. For some off the interstate eateries, check out Roadfood.com.
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