What Can Go Wrong… Part 2

I cannot overstate how important the portable DVD player has been for our road trips. I got one when Tornado E was a toddler. My parents complained that it wasn’t ok for a toddler to spend so many hours watching TV. Ok, Mom, Dad, what did you do with toddlers when your traveled?

That’s right. You put down the backseat of the truck, making a flat area for us kids to play.

My brothers and I didn’t wear seatbelts on vacation until we were in our preteens.

Stupid things older generations did to endanger population growth.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t want my toddler climbing around. Let’s face the cute little steering wheel busy toy won’t last an hour, much less eight. So portable DVD player!

Back when everyone was building them into the headrests. I insisted on getting something I could take out.

So imagine if you will, the first vacation that was an eight-hour drive, and we were going home, so I had three tired children, ready to irritate each other to no end.

We got an hour or so down the road when the DVD player stopped. I pulled over. Examined it. I couldn’t find anything wrong.

Fine. Kids can entertain themselves. Boredom is good for you.

Within twenty minutes I was looking for a Target sign of the freeway.

I bought a portable DVD player.

I plugged it in and got the movie started. Things were fine for a while. We had stretched our legs, used the facilities, and bought a few snacks as well.

We got about two hours down the road when the DVD player stopped.

Well, that can’t be right. I just bought the thing.

But Google exists, and it suggest we blew a fuse. I found the fuses, and sure enough, we had blown a fuse. Which makes me suspect that’s what happen to the first portable DVD player.

Fuses are easy to buy. When you’re not in the middle of nowhere.

So next town, we pull in. I locate an auto parts store and buy a set of fuses. It never hurts to have a few more. I fix the problem, and off we went.

Until the next fuse blew.

This feels like a weird coincidence. But I fix it. Off we go.

Until the next fuse blew.

Now I have several more fuses, but these will takes us another hour or two of driving if I have to change the fuses so often. Maybe there was something wrong with the wiring. Or something wrong with the DVD player…

I looked. The boys had the DVD player on charging the battery instead of using the car battery. And that is what was blowing the fuses.

I hit the switch and returned to driving.

It could’ve been worse…

Tips for Traveling as a Single Parent

I’ve been a single parent for 13 years. My BFF would argue it was longer but officially 13 years. Somewhere in that time I realized I wanted to take my kids on family vacations like I had. (Cue montage of being bored in a car, the time we ran out of gas in the New Mexico desert, the truck catching on fire, parents arguing, also lots of swimming and amusement parks.) My ex wasn’t big on family vacations, and so I was starting a new tradition. Yes, I was intimidated, but I wanted to build memories for my kids. I, too, wanted to be the fun parent.

Here is how I was successful.

  1. If you’re new to this, start small. Our first trip was 2 hours away. We crashed at people’s houses. Those friends made my kids feel special with treats and surprises. It gave me courage to do a 6 hour drive the next summer. Then the 8 hour drive year after year.
  2. Be prepared. Overly prepared. What can go wrong will go wrong. Maybe I should do a post on everything that has gone wrong on our vacations. It’s actually hilarious. So bring plenty of snacks, drinks, clothes, tools, medicine, toys.
  3. Budget. Make sure you have extra money. Single parent with a teaching job and bad divorce settlement here. I know this may be hard, but it will be worth the stress if you have a few extra hundreds around because you have to stay an extra day or an emergency. Or it’s nice not to worry about money when you find unexpected funnel cake.
  4. Snacks. We can’t fly because we’re poor. So we drive. We will always go to California because that’s where our favorite person lives. So it’s “an 8 hour drive.” With gas, food, and bathroom breaks. Going the speed limit. When the boys were young, I couldn’t trust them with a snack basket. So everything was pack individually in the front with me. Popcorn, my mom’s Chex Mix, Pirate Booty (the kids’ favorite), fruit leathers, raisins, trail mix. I also make cookies, bars, and other snacks for travel and breakfasts. We have also has picnic lunches on our travels.
  5. Drinks. Dehydration causes irritation. For adults and children. I always bring a ice chest with me. I always make sure hotels have a mini fridge. When the kids were small, I bought a jug of apple juice and watered it down. When they were young, I bought a big jug of Hawaiian Punch. Now it’s juice boxes, Gatoraid, water, and some soda. I have a caffeine addiction. I bring a case of soda.
  6. Know your location. Know where a drug store is. Know where a grocery store is. Know where a box store is. We typically go to the grocery store for supplies for picnics. I have had to make late night runs for medicine. The first year at the beach they dumbed an inch of sand all over the floor of the car, but I knew where I could find a do-it-yourself car wash.
  7. Plan. Nothing is worse than bored kids in a hotel room. I make a plan of way more than we can do. I have a tier system, so I know what to drop that’s not important. I estimate how long we will be in a location. Learn all about free activities in the area. Find the parks and beaches. Find all the zoos and museums. Learn about weird things to do and see. Plan for down days after big busy days.
  8. Do something you want to do. Do something they want to do. My parents did this. They never did anything we hated. But they made sure that we all had something we wanted to do. My rule is we have to do something educational on the trip. A museum, a zoo, something. We always do one amusement park day.
  9. Bring boredom squashing things. I’ve always brought trivia cards and games with us for waiting for tables, waiting for food, waiting for the ride. I’ve purchased little toys and fidget toys. Again tired, thirsty, bored kids waiting is not helpful.
  10. Stay calm. My boys believe nothing has ever gone wrong on our trips. They’re wrong. Very wrong. But I always keep my cool. Arrive at the beach and pay a huge parking fee to find the kids sleeping, cool; I’m going to read and eat cookies with the car windows down. Kids are fighting over the remote control, cool; let’s go to a park. Kid vomits everywhere, cool; that’s why we have plenty of clothes and wipes. Mom gets sick, cool; we stay another night.

I may explore some of these tips a little more because there are a lot of stories behind them.

One tip that works for my family but may not for yours is we never stay at the hotel room except for sleep. When my parents finally gave up the camper and saved money staying at hotels, they enjoyed down time in the afternoon. Once my boys were too big for naps, this was disastrous for us. I learned going to a beach or park during the afternoons (especially after big days like to an amusement park) was better. One kid was always ready to chill and would lay next to me on a blanket while the other two romped. Then the refreshed kid would get up and romp while another kid would relax next to me.

Remember to take lots of pictures. Remember to have lots of conversations. Remember to make lots of memories.

Thanksgiving Break

I’m off to my in-laws for Thanksgiving (non-Americans, this is a time remember we were founded by crazy right –wing Christians that harbored a deep seeded fear that some one somewhere was having a good time; we celebrate it by gluttony and sloth) weekend.  I shall try to write, but if I can’t, pray for me.  (Thanks dad for the line.)  I have one schedule post, and hopefully my husband will return with the business laptop AND the business internet card. 

 

Note: The Wii is in the shop, so there is no reason to burglarize the place; you’ll be deeply disappointed.

Going Away For the Weekend

We’re planning on driving the seven hours to my parents’ house for the weekend.  Seven hours of driving, not including the gas stop, the breakfast stop, and the lunch stop, which could possibly make it a nine hour trip.  At one time I loved making the trip, keeping an eye on the changing landscape, noting the differences in the desert.  I made the trip in less than six hours before.  I promised to never, ever do that again.  I have kids now, so I don’t plan on it.  But there is something that draws me back to the desert.  The harsh, naked beauty of the desert is something I took for granted, wanting the soft, vibrant green of a land with a quenched thirst.  Now I see stories rise from the shadows in the desert.

 

Any ways, I ask that if any one has figured out where we live to not break into the house as it will be not worth your time and I will draw down vile curses as I try to replace the few things of value we have.  You see, my husband will probably pay you to take the entertainment system that is well over a decade old, which weighs a ton.  I prefer not to buy a new entertainment system at this time.  Besides after trying to haul the massive TV into the truck, while the neighbors call the police, you probably won’t be able to get more than a reimbursement on the gas you spent to get to my place.  Trust me, your time is better spent somewhere else.

 

Sure, we have some silver, but how much does that stuff run any ways?  We don’t have any fine china to go with it.  The crystal set is incomplete after I’ve demolished a few.  We have a few nice photography pieces, but I’d give you the one in the garage that my husband bought when he was pissed off with me and sulking at an art show.  All you have to do is ask.  You won’t want the computer because it has Vista, and we’ll have the camera and the portable DVD player.

 

As for jewelry, that nice diamond ring you’ll find in the jewelry chest is lab created.  So is all the good stuff.  I couldn’t in good conscience buy some rock that could have been mined by a poor child.  And the tanzanite pendant is also lab created.  I know.  I know.  I wish it were real too, but when my college best friend came back from Tanzania and told me about the one mine that collapsed and that they started from the other side of the mountain to mine little rocks that are meant to adorn woman who could pay an entire of year of a worker’s salary, well, I realized I couldn’t have one of those either.  So how much do lab created gems go for?  The settings are nice.  You could probably pry out the stones for the metal.  I don’t think I have enough gold for a brick.  I have much more silver, especially if you had the silverware.

 

The rest of our stuff is pretty beat up.  Two other smaller TVs.  Two VCRS.  A broken DVD player.  Several CD players.  The iPods will be with us, but we’ll leave the Wii and the 360.  Don’t take the Wii; I’ll hunt you down.  As for the rest, it’s just DVDs, books, toys, and other random knickknacks.  Really, it’s not worth your time.  Now our neighbors on the other hand . . .

 

 

 

 

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