He wants to head up to Asheville this weekend as his daughter's band has their first "gig" Friday night.
In an effort to break out of my recent bout with hermit-itis (which upon reflection has gotten really, really bad and I need to pull myself out of it) and in a bid to spend some time together as a family, I thought I'd tag along. As some of you may recall, I have yet to make it with them on a trip to Asheville
I asked when we were leaving. Friday morning. Sounds good (although seriously? Why do we need to leave in the morning? It's a 2 1/2 hour trip. So I'll have to take a day off work and we'll have to pull Man-Child out of school-and anyway? Man-Child most likely won't get to go see them play as it's in a nightclub and well...he's a child!). What was the plan for the return trip? Sunday afternoon.
You would have thought I asked him to chop off his head when I asked if we couldn't come back on Saturday evening instead. What would be the point of going then is what he wondered.
Well, the point would be to see the band play. That was the purpose of the trip. Besides, since I don't have laundry-fairy or a house-fairy just when exactly would I have time to prepare the family for the following week? I don't know about you, but I don't want to be doing laundry, etc until the wee hours on Sunday night. And we'd be there two days and one night. I mean come on, they are kids - excuse me, young adults. Do they really want to be entertaining the parents all weekend? I'm sure they have better things to do - I know I did at that age.
So this issue hasn't been settled yet.