Cindi didn't even stir when I left our room. Apparently she and Mom had been out really late. Things weren't pretty when I got out to the living room. The pile of camping gear that Dad had spent the evening putting together had mostly disappeared into two large blue backpacks, but Mom was sitting bleary-eyed at the table while Dad finished up the last of the packing. "Honestly, John, there isn't any reason to be such a jerk about things. It wouldn't have hurt you to let me sleep for a couple more hours before we left." Dad didn't look up from his packing. "We can discuss it on the road." "No, I want to discuss it now. I'm tired of you trying to dictate to me." "Fine, you want to discuss it, let's discuss it. I'm tired of trying to keep the girls from seeing just how much of a child you've become over the last couple of years. I thought maybe we should spare Adri another fight, but if you want to force a confrontation I'll be more than happy to give you one." Mom opened her mouth, probably to snap back at him, but Dad didn't give her a chance.
