I’ve been known to take the kids away in May for our ‘summer’ trip – mostly because I hate crowds and inflated prices.
Except this year was different.
This was the first time I loaded up the new Ford Escord, stuffed 3 kids and 2 carseats + gear, and headed out into the unknown that is #kickassroadtrip.
Thankfully, I had the sense God gave me and split up our trip in 2 segments. Monday & Tuesday we were at Parc Omega – where we camped amidst the wolves and such – followed by a wonderful tour of Montreal with Context Tours.
We were supposed to leave for Toronto on Wednesday morning but we took a break (more on that soon) and spent Thursday & Friday in Toronto with the help of CityPass.
Beg & Bribe
This being my first trip outnumbered 3-1, I begged and bribed Ann to come with us to Parc Omega & Montreal. I may have made unfounded promises that she would not get eaten by a bear (ends up that’s true!), I may have bribed with the idea of a memorable #kickassroadtrip… And so she came.
I don’t think Ann will ever come on a trip with my kids ever again! We laugh about it now…
“I HOE, I HOE…”
Thursday morning came too fast. Into the car I shoved the kids and our gear, this time sans 2nd adult. About 7 hours later we reached Toronto (should have been 4…).
This time I decided to bribe my friend Maureen.
“Come with us to the CN Tower, I miss you!”
“The aquarium will be fun with 3 kids, I promise!”
Truth is I bribed her with wine and much gossip. After an exhausting afternoon and dinner the kids enjoyed “the best part of the whoooole week”: sleeping in a hotel room. I’m not ashamed to admit Maureen & I made a ‘picnic’ area on the door of our tiny hotel room and gossiped till the wee hours, when she stumbled (ok, walked) into an Uber and left me with my
Friday morning I ventured out to the Science Center like the grown-ass woman I am – alone with the kids. I felt… ready. Ready to take on this challenge, something I wasn’t earlier in the week.
3 museum hours, 6 driving hours (why does it take so much longer with kids!!!) and we were finally home, where I declared I wasn’t taking them anywhere until next summer.
Chaneling Diana Ross
Three days have passed and I still haven’t recovered. But I will survive.
I’m well on my way to recovering thanks to the magic of Netflix.
Yup. After a hectic week I was * that * mom. I let them watch as much and whatever they wanted. And watch they did.
I can’t tell you exactly what they streamed as my eyes are still glazed over from last week – but it was definitely in the kids’ profile. And they LOVED it. And I survived.
I survived my first post-divorce, single-parent, trip with 3 kids, and you will too. You might need to beg and bribe, but you will survive this.
I will survive
* as part of the Netflix #StreamTeam I receive perks and goodies in exchange for my words, but rest assured all glass-eyed inducing activities as well as my views are strictly my own.