One for the road

Well, the countdown has begun. Two days left of a happy marriage.
On Thursday morning Michael and I will be heading out on a 12 hour road trip back to hell, I mean, Tennessee. We will be driving, most likely in the rain, in a 1998 Jetta, which is currently sporting a glowing 'check engine' light, with our two evil, I mean lovable, hounds in the black-cloth-interior backseat.
Now, normally I would love a good road trip. However, this trip is being cut short due to my classes starting on Monday, so our original leisurely journey is now going to be a mad 24 hour driving dash in four days squeezing in three doctors appointments, belated Mother's Day celebrations and a quick trip to the inlaw's house to pick up belongings being stored in their basement. All with the beasts, I mean dogs, in tow.
Oh lord, why do I do this to us?
Michael must really love me, either that or he REALLY hates me and he sees this as a quick and relatively painless way to end our marriage because one of us will inevitably not make it back to NYC alive.