I remember when my first (and at that time only) child was a toddler (not quite three years old) and my husband and I decided to go on a beach vacation.
I carefully packed her things, including the bag with a change of clothes and a couple of toys. We ate a good breakfast, loaded her into the carseat (where she promptly feel asleep), and got an early start driving to the beach.
All was calm and quiet for a few hours. My husband and I talked, listened to the radio, and generally looked forward to our much-needed break from work.
At nine a.m. it was like a switch went off. Our daughter awoke.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “I wanna eat.”
Had I remembered to pack her a mid-morning snack? No, I had not.
Five minutes later. “Time to eat yet?”
“Not quite yet, honey,” try to wait.
Two minutes later. “Mommy, I’m hungry.”
Did I mention where we were at this point on time?
Yes, not only were we in the car, but we were driving on a fairly desolate stretch of highway out in the middle of “nowhere.” There was not a convenience store, not a grocery store, no fast food restaurants, nothing that sold food in sight — just miles and miles of empty highway.
Not even a minute later, starting to sob, “I wanna eat now, I want something to eat.”
She’s screaming now: “MOMMY, THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!” (This from a toddler who is not yet three years old.)
We finally did come to a small town with a mom and pop hamburger stand and you’d better believe that we stopped.
I’m sure the wait staff wondered about the weird out-of towners who stopped and ordered burgers at ten a.m. in the morning.
Have I ever forgotten to pack a snack on a roadtrip with the kids since that time? You’d better believe that I have not. To this day we always travel with a well-stocked car.
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