There seems to be some kind of divine principle governing time in the universe. Time moves in an inverse relationship to the degree of anticipation with which you await an event.
Call it Waynes Law of Assinine Temporal Transversal.
I continue to await the road trip like a 4 year old who knows that santa is coming. My mom confirmed she is coming - so long as my sisters surgery does not require otherwise - so I have even more reason to look forward to it.