I have survived 14 1/2 continuous hours in an aged Honda Civic with my 16-year-old son. Sounds like a reality show, but no, no show, just reality. The secrets to my survival? A constant stream of junk food, an iPad, and headphones. For him, that is, not for me: Numb the hulk with electronic stimuli, stopper his mouth with copious quantities of saturated fat and an alarming abundance of sodium, and all is well.
I used to aspire to be a Good Mom. Now I just hope to make it through til morning.
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