where wildly different is perfectly normal
Oh, let’s please not do that again any time soon
Oh, let’s please not do that again any time soon

Oh, let’s please not do that again any time soon

A little more than 2 weeks ago Tom and I loaded everything but the kitchen sink into the Family Funster and hit the road. It must be noted that we left at the unholy hour of 3:30 am, so we could get over most of northeastern Colorado and Nebraska before the summer heat and thunderstorms hit. This was no small trip:

  • Six states
  • Both sets of grandparents
  • A stay on a farm in Amish country
  • A business trip for Tom
  • A convention for me
  • A fishing trip for the boys
  • The Bristol Renaissance Faire
  • A tour of the Army base where my brother is stationed
  • A trip to the mecca known as IKEA, and I actually got to buy stuff!
  • Dim Sum in Chicago’s Chinatown
  • Family/cousin photos for the boys

We got home yesterday afternoon to a two-foot stack of mail, the six loads of laundry I couldn’t get done in Chicago, a lawn in desperate need of mowing, and two parents who would rather gouge their eyes out with rusty spoons than hear, “Hey Mom? I’ hunry!” one.more.frackin’.time.

It was a good trip, but I ain’t doing that again in the near future. It’s good to be home.

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