Are we there yet?

I wondered when this time would come. You see it in films, the family gets in the car for a long drive and 5 minutes into a 2.30 hour trip the children are asking ‘Are we there yet?’.

At the weekend we drove from Surrey to Ipswich, a 2.30 hour drive on a good run. It involves negotiating the M25 and the Dartford Tunnel, which on a Friday, well any day in fact, can be a nightmare. We’ve had some good runs in our time but we have also had some horrific 5 hour journeys which nearly resulted in divorce for us and adoption for B.

However, this run was a good one traffic wise. Completed in under 3 hours, sanity in tact. It was made slightly more entertaining by the fact that every five minutes, B would ask one of the following three questions:

‘Are we there yet?’

‘How long until we get there?’

and ‘How much longer?’

Ah, that didn’t get too annoying an hour in!

Thankfully a well stocked iPad, lunch stop, wee stop (on the side of the road which for some reason he loves!) and his ever supportive Superhero chums kept us sane.

Really it is quite sweet (in hindsight), their lack of awareness about time and distance is enviable.

He was as excited as we were to be visiting our friends.  They have with two girls who he considers his best friends and he knows a weekend of fun lie ahead.

No wonder he kept asking ‘are we there yet’! X

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