Ah...home!

5 hours + 2 teenagers + 1 car = 1 mom who's glad to be home!

Two days ago, I thought I'd bought too much food. How silly of me. I forgot I have teenagers. Too much food around teenagers is an oxymoron. There's just no such thing!

Quick quotes from our weekend trip (because my pjs and a cup of tea are calling...loudly)*:

Teen: "Sit up. Mom! Tell him/her to sit up. I'm trying to lay down!"

Me, sitting in the backseat, singing along to the Jason Aldean song blaring from teenager's ear, who is sitting in the front seat. Teen, removing an earphone: "What? Did you say something?"
Me: "Nope. Turn it up a little louder. You might have some hearing left."

"Are we there yet?" YES, this was actually uttered. At least she waited until we were within an hour of our destination.

My brother and his wife are showing us around their fair new city. Teen: "Where are we going?" Me: "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Teen: "Okay, but are we going to the restaurant now?"
Me: "I don't know where we are going. Just sit back and enjoy the ride!"
Teen: "I am. I just want to know where we are going. How long will it take us to get to the restaurant?"

Teen: "No, I'm sitting in the front seat, so I get to control the radio! You made that rule, Mom!"

Teen: "He/she won't quit touching me!" (Don't we outgrow this at some point? Please??)

Teen, in the car: "Mom! Tell him/her to stop singing! I'm trying to sleep!"

Teens, and mom, practicaly in unison: "I'm really glad to be home!"


*Disclaimer: While some of my quotes are genuine, my best responses came hours after the my kids' utterances, accompanied by "Dang it, why can't I think of this stuff quicker?"