Is it the weekend yet?

Gah, I love my siblings. Honestly, I do. But now I understand why my parents hate the three-hour drives to my grandparents in Scioto county. My mom took my sister and brothers(2) down on Wednesday on her way to visit her fiance. It was up to me to drive down Thursday (I had to work Wed. night) and bring them back up on Friday before Liz's friend's birthday party.

The escort is simply not big enough for a four year-old and eleven year-old in the back seat. The first half of the drive back was nice, then we stopped in Hillsboro to eat and Jake woke up.

It went down hill from there. My back was stiff from sleeping on the floor, Jake had insisted I slept next to him to keep away the spiders. He hates insects. I'm still all stuffy and sinus-pressured from the damn weather. Idiotic Ohio weather can't make up its mind about which season it is yet. Bud and Jake can never manage to get along for more than a microt while sitting even within a six foot distance. Gods, could've slapped the both of them if it hadn't meant we would've careened off the road into any lovely ravine that happened to be there.

Then Liz manages to get us lost by not paying attention to when I'm am supposed to turn and telling me the wrong thing when she is the Official Map Reader. She has now been banned from that title. We wound up in south of Caesar's Creek and late by half an hour. I am so tired and sore and I want to kill my nose for making me suffer so through so many different months.

I can't wait for summer with it's lovely thunderstorms and the everlasting dust to just hammer my senses.