The worst part about any vacation always seems to be the drive back. All the fun stuff is over, and now comes something tedious, monotonous and long. Being in the car for hours and hours with everyone else, so better find a way to get along during the difficult trip.
Sort of like family itself. Every one’s in it together, so you make the extra effort to make it work. Of course, if it’s too unbearable being trapped in that car with everyone, you can get out and find your way back home by yourself. Even if that results in everyone being in a better place, it is a long, difficult journey filled with a few harrowing moments. Trust me, I know.
So on the last day, I was confined to a car with a 7 year old emotional drama queen, a nine year old quirky, autistic boy totally lacking in almost all social skills, and a women who is as incredibly stubborn and combative as I am. Can’t imagine any other three people I’d would rather be trapped in a car all day with.