A family holiday. You think it sounds nice? You are wrong. It’s a jungle! Its like a nest of bad ideas you have meticulously hoarded over a year and decided to commit to in the time span of a week. It’s the last surge of adrenaline your responsible self will ever get. The last day at the office before a family trip brings you to the verge of insanity. The big clock is counting down the seconds to the unavoidable. As the day draws to an end, you start nervously going through all the possible reasons not to get into the car with beasts you occasionally claim to be your kids. "Would a broken leg get me off of that trip?” But then, when the time comes and all your limbs are in place and nothing apart from a big vein pulsing on your temple suggests your stress levels, against your own will you try to get them all to the car. The unexplainable stream of irrational thoughts and pointless remarks with the mixture of Disney songs and “I spy with my little eye…” gets you hyperventilating and breathing in the family atmosphere. You start to remember, you have been through this before. You body slowly calms down and relaxes as your memory tells you "It cool, you love this s***, really."