Depends who you ask. A seven-year-old will say road trips are rad. An exhausted forty-four-year-old mother of two will rock in a corner, muttering something about how suitcases don't pack themselves and how the GPS lady is so condescending.
Parents are like tour guides. We take our families places and expose them to new things and when we can, share a bit of our past with them. This is why family road trips are so special. We took our kids up north this summer and took a slight detour along the way to take them somewhere extra special.
You're cruising the open road; tunes playing, elbow out the window, hair blowing in the breeze and you're lookin' cool. Then you remember that you're driving a minivan and that you have a spouse and two kids in your vehicle and that it's 2013, not 1992 and you blame the Def Leppard for the realistic flashback.
An hour before we were set to leave for our family vacation I nearly POISONED my husband and myself. Yes that’s right, apparently I’m some kind of black widow. It turns out we had an adverse reaction to a vitamin. The result was a bright red flush from head to toe. It wasn’t serious, but boy was my face red — from the initial panic, the reaction itself, and from overall embarrassment.
