On the trip home so long and wide,
With baby Nathan nestled by my side,
We set off with cheer and delight,
Little did we know, the future’s plight.
Mile after mile, the car rolled on,
But the baby’s patience was soon all gone.
Fussy and cranky, oh what a sight,
As we drove through the day and into the night.
With every pothole, a wail and a cry,
Oh, how I wished I could just fly!
The baby’s irritation grew, never to cease,
As we searched for solace and some inner peace.
Toys and rattles, snacks galore,
Nothing could calm this irritable bore.
The car became a circus of noise,
All for the sake of one grumpy little voice.
We sang songs and made funny faces,
Hoping to distract from those whiny traces.
But the baby’s mood was not easily swayed,
In this backseat drama, we were all betrayed.
Spat up on Mom, peed on Dad,
Doing our best, not to get mad.
This trip now seems to last forever,
Why did we embark on this endeavour?
Finally, we reached our destination,
And the baby’s tears turned to jubilation.
Out of the car seat, a burst of glee,
As if to say, “Road trips are not for me!”
So next time we travel, far and wide,
We’ll remember this lesson, deep inside.
Babies and road trips may not be a blend,
But at least we’ll have tales to share in the end.
The CJBuzz 