|THIS IS NOT, NOR HAS IT EVER BEEN, MY FAMILY!|
turn, they require every blanket and pillow they own in order to travel in some sort of comfort. Youngest Son, when he was just a wee thing (he is now 6'5") used to scream from the time he got in the car until he was released. We all needed to be drugged for that.
And this week, we undertake a car trip. Granted, we are taking only the two youngest, and they are far older now than the last time we did anything like this. However, they still do not like long car trips, and I am steeling myself for the inevitable.
I like taking car trips, so long as I'm not driving. I'll happily read, knit, nap - whatever; it's all fine with me. Wanna stop and look at Ye Olde Rock Shop? I'm game! A side trip to gaze at a llama farm? Okay by me!
We are driving about 10 hours to visit friends whom we haven't seen in awhile - my husband's best friend, to be exact, and his family. The kicker is there will be about 15 or so of us visiting. Yeah...um, yeah...
I imagine a lot of sleeping bags, coffee, late nights, beer by the fire pit, dog fur, scrambling to figure out meals, yet another trip to the grocery store, and a lot of love and laughter.
If we can get there without killing each other.