Flying vs Driving

So, now that I've done both, I can honestly say that I would much rather drive across the country than fly. Why you ask? Well, first of all, I've never been a fan of flying anyways. I pretty much hate it even when I'm by myself. But when I have my kids with me, it's just one horrific nightmare. As Kacey and I were driving back, by about day 4 the kids were getting pretty crabby. We stopped for lunch somewhere and Jacob and Lulu were both having a melt down and Jimmy was crying because of all the screaming. Kacey sat in the passenger seat and just chuckled at the madness of it all. I looked at her and said in all honesty, "I would still rather be here than on a plane". In a car, I don't have to worry about my kids kicking the back of someones seat. Or have to worry about the guy in front of me turning around all annoyed and ask my son to stop doing what he's doing when all he's doing is LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW. I hate spending all day trying to force my kids to hold still so they don't disturb other people. It doesn't matter how many things I bring to entertain my kids, Jacob will always be a seat kicker. In my car they can scream and kick the seat all they want and all I have to do is turn of the radio and tune them out. Not to mention you have a lot more leg room in a car. And besides, you will never see things like this on a plane.