Redneck Mommy is on a road trip. A six hour trip with three kids and no husband.
Amateur.
I’ll bet she has one of those roomy suv thingies with dvd players.
I travelled from the west to the east coast of Canada with my family. In a hillman station wagon, which, I believe, is now extinct.
Photo found here.
So? I’m old. Get over it. My point is that there were four kids in the one back seat. Of a tiny car. With very cranky parents, who were on the verge of killing one another and their children divorce.
Of course, we want to travel cross country under those circumstances. Who wouldn’t?
When there was fighting or any disruption whatsoever from the back seat, Dad didn’t even look. He just back-handed a wallop, and whoever was in the way got it.
I very shrewdly made it my business to sit directly behind him, out of reach. I was smarter than my siblings.
Many times, the trip was boring, boring, boring. From my relatively bullet-proof position, I would bug my siblings. Maybe poke them, anything to annoy. I was inconsolable. Elvis had been drafted into the army. Anything to take my mind off my grief.
Tanis? Be very grateful you didn’t have my eight-year-old bad self in your backseat.
Enjoy your trip.
Lightweight.
Snicker.
UPDATE: I saw on twitter that Redneck Mommy’s husband had been gassed at the workplace. He’s in critical condition in the hospital in Edmonton.
Anybody have kind thoughts, prayers, healing energy, please send them Tanis and Boo’s way.
