The morning I left for My Bloggy Little Roadtrip #G2NO (Friday, I think!) three out of four of the kids were off from school — my 16yo attends a specialized high school, they run on a slightly different schedule and no she was NOT happy about it — but, my son was still VERY upset.
"I had a dream that you died."
Grrrrrreat…best send off…EVUH…right?!?
"Is there something you're not telling us, Mom?"
Even if there was, it wouldn't matter, teenagers will make up their own stories.
"Like, do'ya have some sort of disease?"
See what I mean?
"An incurable flesh-eating disease or something?"
[eyes go wide]
"Aaaand, you're going away so we don't have to watch?"
A bit extreme, I know (even for a 13yo boy) still, I guess it's sort of difficult for the kids to understand, knowing how much I hate…Hate…HAte…HATe…HATE to drive in traffic (seriously, it's tour-chuh!)
So, why would I even consider driving 6 hours to go and visit with my friend Sue up in Cape Cod and, you know, NOT take them with me?
Because, my husband Garth (NHRN) made me do it (yes, I'm keeping him!) Although, he didn't have to try and convince me, all that hard, really.