Family road trip.
Not as originally planned.
My husband, his parents and me.
We are off to see and stay with his sister, brother-in-law, two teen-agers and two dogs.
Originally we were booked in the most fabulous resort in town. NOPE!
It was decided that we would all bunk together – big family.
A horror to the only child who grew up living in a silent home, essentially raised by her father. Just us, no screaming children or pandemonium.
This is Mars to my Saturn.
This drive goes on forever….
I am not permitted to drive.
I’ve no clue. I can give directions, which are dismissed or mocked. (Although they are correct)
In order to save my sanity, it was suggested that I keep a “Family Travel Log“. FABULOUS!
I have begun and sent the links to all involved. Of course, NO response.
Silly me – I’m still fucking invisible!