Well, we’re home. A trip over the pass that should have taken 2 hours took 4. W drove 35-40 miles per on the way home. That’s a long trip. The Mr. drove and did well. Of course, it was hard to relax when he had heard there were “cars on the side of the road, the slush is grabbing tires and the ice (at higher elevations) is causing cars to drift into oncoming traffic.” We kept waiting for it to get “really bad” but it didn’t. The plows and the sanders were doing their job, it was the idiots in front of us who drove too slow and thisclose together. Side note: When the roads are icy, packed snow and dangerous you need a lot of space to correct if the car in front of you goes bonkers. These cars were 1/2 a car length apart. A chain of 50. All going 35 mph. A recipe for disaster.
I really enjoyed the time with my family. My parents are back for a month and then they are going back to China to teach 4000+ students “Engrish”. My Dad doesn’t look very good. He is very skinny and Mom looks tired. Still, in spite of their jet lag we had a good time laughing and telling stories. There were three of us kids there. My sister, her family and my brother and his family. 5 boys (12, 10, 9, 8, 8 ) and one 16 year old girl. We all crowded into Mom’s living room and I got to enjoy being with people with whom there was no need to be guarded. No “personal” space, no concern about kids and parenting techniques clashing. I spent much of Saturday sitting next to my sister with my head on her shoulder. I don’t relax around people very often and it was extremely nice to have a day where I could.
I talked to my s-i-l about ADD and was encouraged. I’ll have to write about it sometime. It’s pretty amazing how textbook I am. Guess I didn’t break the mold, eh?
Family time is marvelous but it seems to bring out the worst in me. The Mr. and I fought so badly we had to tell the kids we still love each other and apologize. Nice, huh? Of course, PMS, not enough sleep, too much candy/junk food and a crammed schedule that was changing by the moment didn’t help At All.
The boys all went to see Alvin & the Chipmunks. Apparently it was an hour and a half of movie with twenty minutes of funny. Bummer for them. Still, the boys got to do something fun with each other. It’ll be a “weekend to remember” for the boy cousins.
We’re pooped. Scooby, the dog, hasn’t moved from his bed except to get up and go outside and try as he might, he can’t seem to wake up. The Mr. got up at 8 and has now collapsed onto the couch again, the boys are scrounging for breakfast (at 10:49) and I’m wasting time blogging.
It’s amazing how 3 days away from home can mess your life up so badly!