We spent about 12 hours on the road yesterday and are now safely in Ohio. There was much stopping for bottles and food and bottles and food and cuddles and diaper changes and bottles. And diaper changes. And food. I grazed my way up I-77. The days of driving straight through are over.
Yesterday I realized that I can tell where I am in the Eastern US by the species of road kill lying, toes up, at the side of the highway. In the Carolinas, it is deer. In the Appalachians, it is racoons. (You guys overseas know what a racoon is, right? Hahaha.) And in Ohio, it is groundhogs.
THIS was the grand revelation of yesterday, giving you an idea of the quality of my experience.
And the husbeast has yammered for two days about thermostats for the Suburban: Yesterday all day it was about how he needed to change it. Today it is about how he has changed it. Shoot me. Shoot me now.
Vacations are hell. I'm going to go knit lace now, and I'm gonna snarl at anyone who talks to me, and blame it on the drugs.