Travel all the way from Canton, OH to Elizabethtown, KY
We’ve been cooking in front of our motel room door whenever we stay in one. I really like giving my kids the home cooked meals they’re used to: comfort food. Whoever said that food shouldn’t be for fun or comfort or to make you feel happy is a dick. Maybe if people didn’t have so much guilt and shame surrounding the foods they loved they wouldn’t feel the need to binge on them. Sometimes I make my kids three different dinners because it’s fun for me to bring them joy, give them the foods they crave, and I like the challenge of doing all this on a small dirty sidewalk in front of the motel room with a hot Coleman stove the size of a TV tray. And that leaves the dishes. I don’t mind the prepping, the various food requests and when we’re camping I ENJOY the dishes! But in the motel, especially when they’re kinda iffy on cleanliness, doing the dishes makes me feel sort of like I’m gonna power puke. Ava has completely on her own offered to do all the dishes every time they need to be washed. She said she LOVES doing them. On the morning that we left Ohio (thank god we left when we did as I was starting to worry some of their football problems would rub off on us Steeler fans) I made a huge breakfast because we had to drive for like 1,000 hours (OK more like 7 or 8.) After breakfast I took the dogs for a walk and when I came back Ava was doing ALL the dishes. She said, “I know it kinda bothers you Mommy so I wanted to help and from now on I’ll do them every time we stay at a motel.” It was so helpful that she offered to do that; it meant that Jeff and I had more time to pack and prepare for the long drive.