In case my last post sounded too idyllic, I'm countering it today with a slightly less positive sentiment:
Or is that too strong?
How about apprehension? Trepidation?
We are about to spend 13 hours in a van tomorrow.
A five-minute drive home from church generally involves some version of the following:
- Jonathan yelling when we slow down.
- Jonathan yelling when we change lanes.
- Jonathan yelling when we turn left instead of right (just because of construction or a last-minute errand).
- Me telling Jonathan to stop it.
- Allison attempting to peace-make by saying things like "It's OK, Jonathan, everything's fine" and "Everybody's happy, right? I just want everybody to be happy."
- Jonathan screaming when we back the car into the driveway.
- Me telling him to stop it.
- Allison .... well, you get the idea.
So that's a typical five-minute drive; therefore we have 156 of those increments to look forward to tomorrow.
Yes, sometimes you really want to know what a person's communicating by his or her behaviour. But sometimes you really just want all forms of communication to cease long enough that you can breathe and look out the window.
Oh well, as the Chinese proverb says, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
Or a journey of 13 hours begins with one five-minute interval.
Are we there yet?