are we there yet?

so tired of the drive....it's long, and hot, and so many times i can't see out the windows for all of the fog that my breath makes on them...constantly talking and wondering and praying aloud makes for alot of steamy windows. talking talking talking, drowning out the pretty music on the radio. bad thing is, i'm in the backseat...absolutely no idea where i am going, and i have that out-of-control feeling...that one that comes over me so many times when i try to crawl behind the wheel and take myself where i want to go, only to realize that i can't drive worth CRAP. every single time i take the wheel, i crash into some tree, or drive over some majorly huge bump in the road..taking it at 90 miles an hour. so. here i sit. in the back seat where i belong..hot, cranky, and absolutely unsure of where i'm going.

are we there yet?