The "Best" Thanksgiving

Picture this: a wonderful vacation away from the yucky weather in Michigan. A great Thanksgiving in St. Louis with your family. You get to see all of your family that you haven’t seen in a year! All of this sounds awesome right? And it would be great... if it wasn't for the ten hour drive.

For the past week my family and I have been dreading this long trip to St. Louis. "If one of our kids are sick, do we still have to go?" My dad has been asking my mom at least twice a day. But the truth is, nothing can get us out of this trip. We have to go visit our family in St. Louis. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my Aunt and Uncle out in St. Louis, and I always have a blast with my little cousins. But a ten-hour drive with five people and a dog, that’s what I'm having a hard time with. But, there's no way out. We're the only family that hasn't been out to visit yet, so it's our time.

My friends keep saying that ten hours isn't that big of a deal if I sleep. Which is true, if I could sleep I would sleep through the entire ride. But, I can't. It's like I have a disease that stops you from sleeping in a moving car. Planes are fine, trains are fine, even busses are fine. But, when I'm in a car, I cannot sleep no matter how tired I am. But there was nothing I could do. I had to drive to St. Louis.

I woke to my dad’s strict voice telling me to get out of bed at four o’clock in the morning on Wednesday. Sluggishly, I waddled down the stairs and into the back of the white minivan. To my surprise, I was out in the matter of seconds, not waking up until 8 when we stopped for breakfast. After that I mostly slept and watch a few movies.

When we finally arrived to the big house in the city of St. Louis Lake, my 5 and 7-year-old cousins greeted us with enthusiasm. Great, I thought. I forgot about the cousins. I was going to have to babysit them while the adults had a great time and I’m stuck running around for the kids. Just my luck, I thought. I’m already exhausted from the car ride and now I have to watch the kids. What a great Thanksgiving this was turning out to be.

Once Thanksgiving finally came around, everyone was in a bad mood because the Detroit Lions lost… again. But the silent dinner wasn’t too bad, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, broccoli, cranberry sauce, and of course biscuits.

How could this Thanksgiving possibly get worse? I thought. Everything had already gone wrong. Or, so I thought. For when Saturday came around and Michigan lost, yet again, everyone was in a horrible mood. Such a bad mood that my dad wouldn’t even talk to me.

So clearly, this was THE best Thanksgiving ever.