Tight Undies & Road Trips

My husband and I along with our two youngest children set out from Georgia to Maryland. We were trying to have a positive outlook on the 12-hour drive given that the two youngest children are 20 months and a week shy of 3. We have snacks at the ready, drinks chilling, reading material and comfortable clothes.

Or so I thought.

About 20 minutes or so into the trip, our 1-year-old starts digging and pulling at the back of her shirt. She's scratching, whining and wiggling. So I release my seatbelt and check her out only to find that the tank top she's wearing is uncomfortable. It has a scrunchie like back to it, which is pushing against her upper back. I adjust, pull, rub and soothe and she finally calms down. Not because I made a difference, but lucky for us she's a pretty easygoing kid.

And travel continues.

A few hours – or it could have been less – into our trip my husband starts yanking and pulling at his crotch. Being the anti-personal-area-in-public-person that I am, I wrinkle my nose and roll my eyes. A few minutes later he's yanking and pulling again.

"These pants are squishing my scrotum," he says. Let me add that he had planned on wearing black jogging pants because he said they would be comfortable, but when he saw me getting dressed in jean gauchos, a cute tank and flip flops he got a little jealous. So he decides he wants to "look cute, too." His words, not mine.

Before I know it my husband has began pulling his jeans down.

"What are you doing?" I exclaim, a little amused and horrified all at the same time.

"Just trying to get comfortable," he says calmly. He pulls the pants down until they're a little higher than his knees.

I just shake my head and wonder what the next truck driver will think. Then I start to laugh. So he starts to laugh. "What's so funny," he asks.

"There ain't nothing worse than a road trip and uncomfortable drawers!"