When I was much younger, I loved going on cross-road trips in the car.
My partner and I would see something on TV, and right away the two of us were flying out the door on a road-trip.
Once the kids started coming around, all of our spontaneity rapidly went out the window. The people I was with and I didn’t begin wanting several kids. I was in a state of shock when I had quadruplets and my bad partner almost had a heart attack. The doctor wasn’t actually sure what to say. When they say each kid has their own personality, it is the truth. I swear, they all look alike and sound alike, but they don’t act alike. Even at the age of twelve, I generally couldn’t tell them apart if they weren’t all in the room together. The hoard people I was with and I had to wait until the kids were all grown to do anything together. Finally, the two of us chose to go on a vacation. The quads went right along with us. The people I was with and I ended up going on vacation to the desert. The people I was with and I were only halfway there and already my partner was getting very frustrated over the air conditioning not undoubtedly working. The many people I was with and I had to stop at the hotel and their air conditioning supposedly wasn’t undoubtedly working well. The people I was with and I went to another local hotel that provided excellent HVAC, but there was only one room available at that place. I was frustrated and my partner wasn’t all that gleeful either. The many people I was with and I also found a hotel with several rooms, perfectly working AC, but they allowed no pets. The people I was with and I drove all evening, and I wondered if road trips were ever fun.