We began the last leg of our journey home very early in the morning. Up early and stopping at a Starbucks, Jack and I were more than ready to beat feet home. The freeway was wide open until big trucks weaved in and about. Then the rain started and kept pace with our driving. Where we went, the rain followed.
Inside the car, things would get interesting and a spanking would be earned. Every emotion was felt because 16 hours is a long time in a car with your HoH. Let me share the ride:
1. We drove more than 850 miles.
2. The weather was interesting: sunshine, wind, sideways rain, sleet, rainbows
3. Half the ride was in the dark.
4. I was Jack's co-pilot feeding him jelly beans and other taste treats.
5. We played word games: A is for Alabama, B is for Boston naming all the places we have ever been.
6. We stopped for lunch and ate Five Guy hamburgers which are a favorite for us.
7. We stopped three more times at Starbucks.
8. Jack napped at a rest stop.
9. I did text Cali and she kept me company for a while, but not for the long haul!
10. We talked about everything under the sun: ttwd/dd, when we first met, when we were first married, taking ttwd/dd into the future, our favorite movies, places and on and on!
11. We saw many new born lambs and plenty of crazy drivers.
12. We listened to my music and then we listened to Jack's. Mine was much better.
13. We stopped at an Ikea for dinner and shopping.
14. We went to a little town's Dairy Queen for chocolate dip cones.
15. Jack kept his hand on my thigh. He likes when I have on my little sundress, but as the weather became chilly, I changed into jeans and that's when things began to go wrong in the car.
Then darkness fell and things got dicey. The rain pelted the car and the trucks swept by. I began slowly and respectively telling Jack that we needed to stop driving and spend the night in a hotel. He told me that we would sleep in our own bed tonight. He would go on. The rain and wind continued and he drove into the night. I was anxious as I could see he was tired. He is an excellent driver and has stamina in situations like this. He told me to take a nap and I said no, I was his co-pilot. He told me to be quiet and watchful. We still had three more hours to drive until we were in that bed!
I began to argue with my husband telling him that I knew best. He told me to stop badgering and be supportive. Badgering? The sweetest badger I know is the main character in the children's books. He is named Francis and he loves bread and jam.
I was not sweet and there was no bread and jam in our car. Finally he said I was not respecting his authority and he would deal with me once we were home. I could tell he was not happy as I continued to say that the smart thing to do would be to pull over and stay in the nearest hotel.
I know I was in the wrong, but I wanted to be safe. The circumstances seemed right for something wrong to happen. In the end, we arrived home safely. Jack tucked me in bed and unpacked the car. I slept soundly. The next morning, Jack took care of his disrespectful wife, soundly and painfully.
I learned something. I learned to always trust my husband. To support him and be his co-pilot are much more important than badgering him to do what I think is best.
Sixteen hours in the car with Jack played out so many emotions. We laughed, talked quietly, ate junk food and listening to music we both love. The bottom line was my bottom paying the price for my
I did apologize to Jack and thanked him for his excellent driving skills. I thanked him for getting us home safely. The sixteen hour drive proved to be a long and winding road that brought us home.