Today, in a few hourse, the kids and I are dumping ourselves into my MIL’s car and going on a road trip. My BIL is getting married this weekend, and instead of taking the easy way out and hopping on a plane, like our husbands, Dar and I are driving to our neighbor province.
Yup, we’re driving to Alberta. Do you know what that means?
Yup… it means my hand out the window, but more importantly it means hours, upon hours, upon hours, upon hours of time confined in a small space with my children…
Does the tag line, “Who will survive?” come to you? Well, I assure you… it will be me.
Wait, why am I doing this? I should be smart, like my husband (eh-hem… you like that Honey? nudgenudgewinkwink… you’re sooooo smart) and fly.
Man, I hope there’s no snow…
Talk to you in a week.
Daughter has the flu… of the bum variety. Hours upon hours upon hours of time confined in a car with contaminated air and a sick child. Who wants to trade places?