Vacation vent

So we drove down to Houston or shall I say I drove down to Houston for the holidays. This was supposed to be a trip to see my partners family & for me to explore the city to see if I want to move here. Well it's our last day- supposedly OUR day to explore since my SIL had to work but because of odd schedules and some people just not making any effort to leave before 2 pm we never did that. So who the hell knows what the city looks like or what is great about downtown because I sure don't.
And so tomorrow we leave & head over to New Orleans and of course Ian driving so I just ask that we get packed before heading out yet again to the same stinkin place & I was told that if I don't want to go I can just stay here. Well that defeats the purpose of packing the truck tonight. I am sure if I say what time I would really like to leave I will be chewed out as well. I would like to be in the road at 6 or 630 so we can avoid the rush hour & get to NO for lunch. Most likely we will leave hours after that time. Like this morning, I was up by 640 and read a book , had some coffee ect long before anyone else got up. Since we were going to leave early to explore, well by 2pm I gave up and realized that was not happening.
Grr- so far I cannot say I have enjoyed the trip. The drive was exhausting & we have been trapped by my in-laws schedules. I am very frustrated & bummed. I am already debating removing the stop in Memphis just to get home. Sadly I would rather just go home.

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