January 5, In Which We Take a Road Trip

Today was (finally) the last of the Christmas celebrations. I drove five hours to visit four. The company was good and so was the food. My children behaved and nothing was broken or spilled upon. And I spoke up and got the location moved for next year–only an hour away. I failed to persuade them on the date, so the holiday I dislike most will continue to last six weeks. I probably wouldn’t dislike it so much if it wasn’t so long. Bleh.


And here we have a gratuitous kid shot.