I spent 8 hours in the car (with my two toddlers) on Friday and 8 hours in the car yesterday.  I have a new found respect (or a new found confusion?) for parents that take on the challenge of road trips with little ones.  Why in God's name would you want to subject one another to lengthy spells in a car?  To save money on airfare?  Really.  Someone please enlighten me.  If Chris EVER proposed driving to Florida I am going to hit him in the face open-handed and walk away.  See you in FL baby, I'm flying.

A typical 4-hour drive turned into 8 when we mixed together a holiday weekend and LAME ASS construction on I-94.  Road repairs can suck the biggest, most diseased dick in the whole wide world.  Additionally, some people need to take a lesson in driving the left lane.  LEFT LANE = GOING BEYOND THE POSTED SPEED LIMIT, not under.  Beau and Casey behaved like baby unicorns in the manger while their mom sweared under her breath.

Despite the long drive, we finally made it to The Mitten and enjoyed the weekend.  My parents had a great time with their grandkids and the weather cooperated.  A win-win for everyone.