My great grandfather's funeral was something like two months after he died. He died in Florida, where he was living, but his funeral was held in the state where he was born, raised, and spent most of his life. I recall thinking it was odd, but I guess that was the best way to get the necessary family together and make sure he was buried with my great grandmother in their home state.
I'm with you on that, pB. I don't generally mind busy weekends, and both of the things you've had to do were probably stuff I could find to be fun, but traveling at other people's behest two weekends in a row kind of sucks. I don't like giving up control of consecutive weekends like that.
I know the phenomenon people are referencing with the "work wife" thing, and there is at least one "couple" I can think of that would fit it, but it's not a thing for me.Also, maybe I'm just outmoded here, but the word "wife" has value to me that goes beyond "female half of the relationship."This.
I've always thought it was for convenience (i.e. being able to go in a semi-private place when there's no bathroom), rather than not having to stop at all.Regardless, he's too young to execute such a complex maneuver without help, especially in a moving car. Plus, I'm pretty sure having a child unbuckled in a moving car, even momentarily, is now a capital offense.