We went and visited S for a week in the DC area. An excruciating 12 hour drive (my next blog post). Now, we only get the opportunity to vist with S and Mr C once sometimes twice a year. But such as it is, my kids refer to S as Aunt S and Mr C as their cousin.
We left the house at 6am and at a little after 6pm as we stumble out of the minivan into S’s yard, I am just so relieved. I have heard “are we here yet?”, “how much longer?”, “she’s looking at me”, “why is it taking so long?”, and other various versions of all the annoying car induced questions I can handle. We get there, and S has dinner waiting. We took longer than expected. I just want to use the facilities, eat and possibly have an adult beverage. My girls start arguing over who is sleeping where. I have had enough! We have not been out of the car 10 minutes!
I say “Girls, we have been here 10 minutes. I haven’t even got to use the bathroom. Stop Arguing!…One…”
Shush nudges Mr C with her elbow and say (and I quote) “Listen to this! My mom is an excellent counter!”
This is where I turned around and walked away. I wasn’t sure if I was going to loose my mind or laugh hysterically.