No, we hate stopping because it takes you all twenty minutes to pee and then another twenty to get food and snacks. And now your mother's decided she wants a sit down meal and there's a cute shop she wants to visit before we get on the road.

And now it's five in the morning and we've been on the road for sixteen hours and we're still 150 miles from home and you want me to check into a hotel to get some rest when we could have been back in our own beds by 10pm if we didn't have to stop because your bladders are all the size of thimbles.

And I'm paying for all of this.

I saw a comedian who said "The only vacation a father gets is after everyone's in the car and he closes the trunk. That short walk to the driver's seat is so fucking relaxing."