When our four children were young we occasionally had to drive up to Johannesburg.
Its plus minus a 12 hour trip.
Its possible that I've been scarred for life by those experiences.
Key words perhaps?
Heat, squash, whining, agueing, fighting, sweaty, thirsty, irritation, trapped, boredom, tension.
In my head, the hours it took us to get there from Cape Town, was an unending percussion of
"Mom, he's squashing me"
"You're squashing ME! Mo-o-om. . . tell her to move"
"How much fur-ur-ther?!"
"I'm so hot, thirsty, hungry, bored. . ."
Of course, secretly and beyond my desperation for them to JUST STOP,
I had great sympathy for them.
We drove an old Ford Cortina with no aircon, and there were the four of them stuck like little birds on a wire in the back seat with nothing to do for hours and hours.
What made think of this was this photo posted on Facebook yesterday by DD2.
Two of her children on the point of leaving on a journey of a couple of hours
Now also, we have the spacious airconditioned car, but alas, no little birds on a wire any more.
They have all flown to their own spaces.
This may sound maudlin, but there are times I wish I could be back with the beaten up old Cortina just have them all back there.