The most common thing we heard before we left on our almost two week road trip was, “oh this will be the ultimate test”.
Of course there were variations like, “pack a big bag of patience” and “please try not to kill each other” and even “whoa nelly you two will be enemies by day three”.
Not very encouraging.
T and I have always traveled well together, but we are talking small weekend trips here kids. We really started psyching ourselves up for 13 days of being in a two foot radius of one another.
To our surprise, it was easy breezy fun.
Disclaimer: we do not have chittlins, I believe that to be extremely important information.
We of course had our moments of frazzled map reading, and insane traffic never made us giggly….but we did a good job of remembering that we were frustrated with the situation and not with each other.
Once we hit the downward slope, aka the drive home…we both got a little grumpy. But there were never any blowouts, which I think we both fully expected.
All my life I have looked at traveling as very hectic. Traveling meant arguing at least 32% of the trip, usually in the very beginning. I’ve been on some trips where people fight the whole time…not fun y’all.