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| Not a bad bit of balancing actually. |
Most of my mom's family lived around Colorado Springs. Almost every year for Christmas we would drive out and visit for a week or two. My dad only came twice or so. That meant most of the time it was just a mom and four, five, or six kids. She alone driving all the way to Colorado Springs which was a 14-hour drive if things went well. Things never went well.
My mom is a crazy driver, with the tiniest of propensities to wreck cars. She has wrecked many cars but on Colorado trips she only wrecked once. With six kids in the car, we got into big fights and that caused some dangerous driving conditions.
In Colorado, we would stay with my grandpa in his house which at the time was full of his mother, wife, and three teenage stepdaughters. They were all grown up, they were all mature, and all much older than us. Which means they had nothing cool and did nothing cool and if it was cool we couldn't touch it. The food was horrible too, healthy whole grain garbage, vegetables, steaks and other grown up food. Boring stuff.
My mom usually had to wake up with us early in the morning and we would go out and play outdoors. We would go to the Garden of the Gods and different places hiking and try to burn us down for the night time. Then we would come home and have to do boring stuff like sit around and talk or watch TV. Lame-tastic. Luckily, something terrible usually happened and that gave us something to do. Nothing Like a little trip to the hospital to liven the mood.
