My mom had 4 kids in 5 years. Because she was crazy. And she loved little babies.
Turns out babies grow into grouchy kids, and when you squish them all into a car for a 3 hour drive to Grandma's house, you're lucky if everyone survives.
"She's looking out my window! MAKE HER STOP!"
"He's touching me!"
"I hate this music."
"She's breathing my air!"
"But I don't like peanut butter!"
"I NEED TO GO POTTY!!"
"Stop looking at me!"
"Mom, I have to go potty, too!"
"I AM NOT A BABY!"
"But I didn't have to go 5 minutes ago!"
"She called me a Poop-Head! PUNISH HER!"
And of course
"ARE WE THERE YET?"
Ah, kids. The best birth control there is. Whenever I start feeling baby hungry, I just think about my childhood. Yeah, I had fun. But my poor mom...Frazzled barely begins to cover it.
Lets just say, we didn't take road trips very often...