Just a little ride!

We're driving fom Exton
To Lancaster.
This is a one-hour-long drive.
I was ready about an hour ago.
My dad just said,
"I should've turned the porch light on."
I said,
"Can we please just go? "
"excuse me? "
I realized I had just been impatient and disrespectful so, "I didn't say anything, sorry."

I'm not super-in-a-hurry to get to grandma's house, and I'm often quite a late person.  But when I'm ready to go, I'm ready to GO.

I think it's because I'm tardy so often and I jump at the chance to be early, or it could be that I just enjoy feeling annoyed at others who aren't ready yet because usually they're the ones yelling at me that it's time to go, to get up, to go.

Or it has been that way in the past.

But I felt that I had never seen my parents this way. My mom would sit down in the car and then say something like, "oh! Sunglasses!" And she'd have to go back in and get them.  And dad's usually the one in the car scoffing at us ladies for not being ready, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I don't know when we left but I doubt we'll make it when we said we would.

The amount of work it took to get going was disproportionate to the length of the trip.  We're not going to Alaska! Screw the sunglasses! Screw the cats! Let's hit the road!

That said, I like being in the car with the two of them because I like to listen to the two of them talk faintly over the road and engine noises.  It's comforting and it makes me feel very at home.