Road Trip Revenge

Being the youngest of 5 and a "surprise," I came a wee bit late into this world. I was, and am still, 6 years younger than the next youngest child. This meant that when the older kids were teenagers and too busy to leave for family vacations, there was plenty of room for Grandma and Grandpa to join us.

The 5 of us (and sometimes another sibling) drove the long distance to our desired destination. Dad did most of the driving and Grandma was amazing. She kept that conversation going the entire time Dad drove. Hour upon hour, she talked and talked and talked.

Not being a woman of many words myself, I am baffled by how she did this. She could talk and talk and talk about absolutely nothing. The fact her tongue did not wear out gives the Everready battery Bunny a run for his money.

The odd thing was once Dad stopped driving and Mom took his place to give him a rest, the car became completely silent. Grandma wanted to make sure her William Ney could rest well.

Very kind of her, except here in laid the problem. My Mom, being a light sleeper, could not rest while Grandma talked and talked and talked. Once it was Mom's turn to drive and the car became quiet and peaceful, my dad was not the only person who would drift off to sleep.

Mom would not be able to stay awake while driving. Poor Dad would only get a half hour break when Mom could not take it any longer and would ask Dad to drive.

Once he got back behind the wheel, Grandma would start her engine and the gibbering would begin. Mom, who moments earlier could not keep her eyes open, now could not get them to shut. Thus the cycle would continue hour after hour, mile upon mile. Until we finally arrived to our destination, all EXHAUSTED, grumpy and with splitting headaches!