I've had the opposite problem. I take Isaac somewhere in the van every day, even if it's just to toss a piece of mail in the drive-thru post office drop box. Tomorrow we're going to Fareway to buy the ingredients for our annual 4th of July flag cake. He's been talking about it. Today we stopped at Kwik Star. Yesterday I took him to get a haircut before swinging by the post office and driving past his favorite coffee shop.
In March and April when life changed so dramatically, I drove around town -- or to other towns -- and even though we seldom got out of the van, he was content to be out and about. I remember one week when I drove with Isaac almost one hour daily.
In addition to the trips being a calming force for Isaac, it was important for his brothers to have that time home alone without him.
So yeah, another place we visit on a regular basis is the gas station.
On exactly two occasions, I pulled into the garage after a long drive. I was tired. I thanked Isaac for going with me. He said, "Yes!" in a happy voice and snuggled up next to my right shoulder for a few minutes. Isaac eventually opened the passenger door and went inside the house. I never moved.
It was during those few moments -- I'd guess five minutes tops -- that I did some deep breathing, listened to the silence without country music blaring, and tried to remember my own name. Once I played a voicemail and attempted to return a phone call, but I never got very far.
As indicated by the photographic evidence below, Isaac missed me fiercely and sent out the search party of one to find me. He thought it was hilarious that I was hiding in the garage.
It was fun while it lasted.