275. On the road again

So it is all set. 

I am all packed and ready to go in my little pink car. Baby is travelling with me in the pink car and staying with me for a while. My son is travelling with his father in the man car and they are only staying for a long weekend. 

'I think - considering traffic conditions in the country these days ... and the dates we are travelling on ... that the best departure time is ...'

My husband is pretending to be thinking aloud but I can see what's coming. The usual disagreement on departure time.

'4:00 AM.'

Here we go again. I knew it. An unreasonable time. 

'Best time. Considering the weather ... and the start of the ...'

I have to interrupt him.

'4AM is not good for me.' 

I can see Baby nodding vigorously, encouraging me to go on.

'You men go on ahead. We will leave at a reasonable time. Around 7 or 8 AM.'

Baby is still nodding vigorously. My son does not care and my husband is tilting his head to the right, frowning just a little. He tries to inform me about the possible traffic jams but I am not listening as there is a little more to it. I do not want to get up that early, that's true. I also do not want to have to keep up with him on the road, following the traffic info, being aware of the police or the speed cameras or the reindeers or rabbits crossing the road or goodness knows what else all the while keeping count of the kilometres driven and the time spent for coffee breaks ... But most important of all I do not want to be the fist to open up the house! Who knows what animals we will find in the house this year? With the heatwave this year there might be a tiger in my bed! A tiger! How could I chase a tiger? Or a tarantula? Scorpions perhaps? Opening up the house is a man's job. Let's keep up with traditions here.

On the day the men leave at a ridiculous time in the morning and us reasonable women leave at a reasonable time in the morning. They will open up the house, send all animals big and small packing, turn the water on (which involves going into the cellar, fighting off more animals) and maybe but just maybe hoover up the bedrooms and take the bags upstairs. They will prepare the BBQ and we will get the food. I am thinking what a brilliant organisation. Miss Organiser would be proud of me I am sure.