Solo road trips with children sans dvd player is like natural child birth. In the end, you get crying, irrational behavior and unnecessary pain.

Let me paint you a picture of our drive home. My daughter cried for the first 1.5 hours straight until I realized that the only thing that could calm her down was a kid’s CD that is half sung in Hebrew. We listened to it five times consecutively. I actually think that may have been more painful than childbirth.

But we made it. Barely. Once I got home, I felt I deserved to take myself shopping, so I did – which is a very good thing because I stumbled upon these awesome bags from Eight Seasons.


Look, she even makes pouches to hold iPhones and iPads. Which reminds me that I really do deserve an iPad.

By the way, we stopped at McDonalds for lunch today and I was so desperately hungry that I ordered a fish filet (because I don’t eat meat). I couldn’t even take a bite. That thing should not be legal – seriously, they don’t even try to make it look like real food. Vomit. In. My. Mouth.



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