OP here. I didn’t want to come back and tell you how the last day went because it makes me sound like such a whiny little bitch but this is all anonymous so who cares
The last day FIL drove and it was horrible. I don’t want to give too much away where they live but it’s very forested with windy roads, but they have lived there for decades and obviously know the area (And the curves). This man could not go 5 seconds without breaking for NO F-ING REASON. Accelerate-brake-accelerate-brake. Last week I had an ear infection last so still kind of woozy and once we got to tourist spot I had the worst motion sickness of my life. God was punishing me for not driving lol. I even excused myself to go throw up because maybe it might make me feel better? It didn’t. I sucked it up through the tour of the place and let DH know I cannot physically get back in that car. We agreed to lie and say breakfast wasn’t sitting well and we went back to the hotel for an afternoon of glorious relaxation. DH said he couldn’t believe how bad his dad was driving. His parents are older - late 60s but dad still works.
I reflected more on why I got roped into this in the first place: FIL works out of the area and flies in/out and the first day he said “MIL can you drive? I’m still really tired from flying in late last night.” MIL couldn’t because of logistics (she was only going to be joining us for the morning) so I offered to drive. I’m trying to be a good DIL! Make everyone happy! I don’t even get Cracker Barrel as a thank you.
Later in the evening MIL came to get us once I felt better and surprise - I drove