I'd just kind of like to state for the record that it's an hour past our departure time, and, once again, the fact that my father is alive has everything to do with my self-control and nothing to do with him. Forty-five minutes ago I asked him if he would put his suitcase in the car so I could finish doing the packing, and he looked at me and said
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Last Monday: "We're leaving right from church on Sunday, so we need to have the car loaded Saturday night."
Yesterday: "Hey, can I have my suitcase so I can start packing before we load up tomorrow night?"
Today: "Just don't forget to pack while you're cleaning the entire gosh-darn house to a level not achieved since we moved in 6 years ago."
My guess for tomorrow? Something like: Never mind! We'll go to church, come home, and you can all finish packing then! Sunday school start in ten minutes and we have 20 second-graders let's GO!"
I love family vacation like I love root canals. Except they give you anesthetic before the root canal.
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