Bon Voyage!!!

There were a couple things I wanted to do while I was off.
Spend time with my parents and do something exciting with Ryleigh..

So mom (Bev) and I hatched this plan to go see relatives on her side of the family in Texas.
An all girl get away.. They live in San Antonio and I haven't seen them in about 20 years..
I hate to fly.. I mean I seriously hate to fly.. But Ry has never flow before and I thought it would be a great experience for her..

Bev on the other hand, was all about saving a buck.. She immediately started map questing our route.
She had this all worked out in her head.. We were taking her Honda Accord instead of my roomier Kia Sorento, to save on gas.. I argued, she fought, I begged, she won..

My friend Beth lives in Irving Texas.. Here's how it was going to go.. We were going to leave tomorrow, drive to Irving, stay at Beth's, go on to San Antonio on Saturday. Stay there for two days and head back.. On the way back we would stop in Fort Smith and stay with my dad's cousin and then finish the trip on Wednesday or Thursday.. It is 20 hours each way..

If you really know me, you know that family is super important to me.. My kids are my life.. My daughter is a joy (for now). And often times I don't do grown up things because I'd rather spend time with her.. (She's growing up fast and I want to get in as much time with her as I can)..

I love my mom.. She is not just my mom, she is my friend..

Here's the thing.. No matter how much I love both of these people, I'm not sure I like either of them well enough to be in a Honda Accord with them for 40 hours..
Why? Three different generations means..
Three different types of music.
Three different types of hormones.
Three different types of restaurant choices.
Three different kidney/bladder combinations.
Three different desired car interior temperatures.
Three different sets of life challenges (mom-retirement, Ry-teenage drama, me-jobless and adjusting to a full time relationship).

See the pattern of threes here..
Every issue is the same.. Three different somethings, except one..
One personality..
That's right folks.. I am my mother's daughter and my daughter's mother..
We are all opinionated, vocal, we don't mince words and we don't hold back..
If you are our waitress and you suck, you will know you suck.. And you will know it three different ways.
Same goes inside the Honda Accord.. If you pick shitty music, you will know the rest of us hate it.. If you make a bad judgement driving, you will hear about it for the next 450 miles or until you make another bad judgement.. And when you get to a place with new humans, they will be told about your bad judgement (I speak from experience).

But even with all of this adversity, I was preparing myself to make the journey..

And then it happened.. Out of the blue.. The phone call blind-sided me..
It's mom..
Her: I found airline tickets for $XXX.
Me: BOOK IT..

Now I'm not sure if the afore mentioned thoughts had finally gone through my mothers head and brought her to her senses.. Or if the fact that it's 86 degrees in San Antonio, that made her change her mind.. I don't care why she changed it..
And as much as I HATE to fly.. I love the idea that I will not be in that Accord for 40 hours, more than I hate to fly..

We leave tomorrow and get back next Thursday.. Hopefully tan and relaxed..
And although I'm sure a road trip with three females would have given me much to blog about, I'm sure there will still be some antics to share when I return.

See ya soon Glascocks.