So...we were driving down to Dallas Sunday with the 2 youngest. It was going to work out perfectly.
My husband needed to get down there for work, I get to finally do some decent shopping, my parents get to spend time with the kids, AND I was delivering a puppy. I had one request of my parents... get hold of the weather gods and make sure there's no winter blast.
They failed me.
No way am I putting my kids in the car to white knuckle it all the way home just to enjoy a blizzard when I can sit my freezing behind here with no risk of painful death somewhere in Kentucky on 75.
I still have to get the puppy tomorrow (and we will all pray Guinness doesn't eat him this week). I'm now driving down, sans family but puppy still co-pilot, next weekendish when Dallas decides to come to its senses.
I don't mind the drive. I love to drive and hate to fly. Not scared, just flat out hate everything about it. I have to factor in it'll take a little longer due to puppy pit stops. And I'm not one for extra stops. If you're on a road trip with me, human or canine, you better time your pee breaks to my gas stops. This drive...you have 2 opportunities. Otherwise, figure out how to hold it or have a big enough bottle to pee in.