by Lillian Csernica on January 22, 2014
In my last episode, I described the adventure of my husband, my two teenage sons, and myself on the road to get our flu shots. There was ice cream involved, true, but it wasn’t exactly a trip to Disneyland.
Now it seems cruel Destiny has something even more challenging lined up for me.
Tomorrow, bright and early, I must climb aboard my mother’s small purple vehicle while my sister occupies the back seat and my mother does the driving. This is not a happy thought. I will be on my way to my weekly therapy appointment, and by the time I get there, oh my God will I need it.
My mother’s driving is a white knuckle event, and my sister gets car sick. My sister is flying down to SoCal for a few days, so Mom will be taking her to the airport. That in itself is a scary prospect.
But wait! There’s more! There’s always more. I don’t know if Mom will be taking my sister to the airport WHILE I’m engaged in repairing whatever damage the drive does to my psyche, OR if I get my CBT fix and THEN I have to live through navigating the San Jose Airport with Mom and my sister while we’re on a tight schedule. Think “National Lampoon’s Vacation” meets “Outrageous Fortune.” (If you haven’t seen “Outrageous Fortune” starring Bette Midler and Shelly Long, you don’t know what you’re missing.)
So stay tuned! Tomorrow, assuming I make it back alive, I will tell the harrowing tale of this potentially disastrous conjunction of passive aggression, longstanding emotional baggage, and sheer terror as we deal with Highway 17 during the end of rush hour. I’m gonna get my snark on, I can promise you that!