I know there are lots and lots of people out there who drive with their kids to far away destinations.  We have not been one of those families until now.  The furthest we have driven with the kids is Beverly Shores, Indiana (5.5 hours).  We have flown everywhere else we have ever gone further away than that.  That is all about to change.  Today we leave to embark on our first road trip to Texas.  My father-in-law and step-mom-in-law live just north of Austin and we are doing our familial duty of visiting them.  It has been over two years since they have seen the kids, aside from Skype.  I’ll be honest, I am not looking forward to it.  We aren’t driving straight through–partially because Bill and I hate being in the car for a long time and if you know Bill he’s a big guy and sitting for hours on end isn’t easy for him.  So we are breaking the trip up and taking 3 days to drive to their house–where we will be sleeping/camping in their RV–and three days to drive home and then are there for 3 nights.

It will be an adventure to say the very least.  I promise to post death toll/time-out updates.  Driving for 13+ hours just doesn’t sound fun when one has two children who Never. Stop. Talking.  Here’s to hoping we all survive.