When I was a kid my mom made us drive home from the beach in the middle of the night to save on a hotel stay.

It was probably around 2am. My sister (8 at the time) was sitting in the back of our station wagon crying. We had been at the beach all day and we had left without packing everything up. My dad said he wasn’t driving back home in the middle of the night to search for our missing stuff but my mom took over the wheel. We drove around for almost an hour looking in the dark for our beach stuff and couldn’t find a damn thing. My dad was pissed but I sat there silently enjoying watching my sister cry and my parents fight.