So many scenarios go through my head with this one.
If I’m taking the family — definitely car. My littlest needs her comfort zone, which means packing basically her entire life: car seat, pack n play, stroller, stuffies, Legos… and whatever else she suddenly can’t live without that day. She needs her emotional support everything, otherwise the trip turns into a full-blown disaster.
Now… if it were just me and my husband (yeah right), I’d say plane. Somewhere warm, somewhere tropical, somewhere that requires a drink in my hand within 20 minutes of landing.
Do I hate flying? Absolutely.
Do I hate the idea of driving across the country from the Midwest even more? Also yes.
Let’s be honest — somewhere around hour six, I’m no longer a pleasant travel companion. I’m just telling my husband how to drive since I won’t and making him more miserable than I am. It’s a gift.
*Also… if you need a quiet minute this morning, come sit with me for breakfast ☕️
Whining, Wine-ing & Winning 
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