It was only eight hours to St. Louis, as far as we wanted to go today. Ten hours later we are stopped for the night in a hotel in the middle of Nowheresville, Illinois, still several hours from St. Louis. I could do some math and figure out our exact rate of efficiency. Or I could just put on my Captain Obvious costume and say, "Wow, that took way longer than it should have."
Right now, I'm sure Bill is at home having a big old party for his week of no kids and no 2am feedings. I, on the other hand, still hear ringing in my ears from the hours and hours of crying and Wheels on the Bus songs. I'm going to go curl up in a fetal position in a corner of the sweltering hot hotel room and rock myself to sleep.
This about sums how all of us felt at the end of the really long day:
All except for the surprise winner of the "Last Man Standing" contest:
Bailey got to the hotel and was ready to get her party on. Too bad no one else was.
Tomorrow we head back out on the road, along with my mom, two of my sisters, and my sister's four kids. I'm not sure I can be talked back into the car again. Well, maybe for the sake of having brilliant blogging material for the weeks ahead. I'll think about it.
