Another tag-team road trip
Like so many other Americans, my husband and I are planning a road trip to see his family. I get to haul both dogs in my cross-over SUV, while my husband will have the luggage in the Mercedes sedan. Heaven forbid he should put DOG PAWS in his car!
My mother-in-law lives several hours away, and we try to stay for more than one day when we go. Strange as this may sound to most people, I wish she would move in with us, but it would mean ripping her away from everything she’s known her whole life. Most importantly, it would mean a separation from her doctors. At 85 years old, there’s no time to break in a new medical team.
As the Jewish people say, it’s such a schlep to get there and back, literally: “a drag.” Not to mention that we’re going for the family’s Christmas celebrations, which still feels odd to my Jewish soul after all these years.
