(This is part ? of the Black Hills vacation series. If you would like to start at the beginning, click here.)
Hey - there's mini golf at this hotel! We slept well last night, after the kids indulged in some cable TV in their room, and John and I watched our own TV in our room. Suites rock.
Driving the remaining 350 miles home wasn’t a slam dunk. I
was starting to think it might take a miracle for us all to make it home. Ever.
It’s just that it’s not easy to spend 8 hours in the car with 4 little boys.
They have too much energy and dirt (and entropy!) for one car. That’s my theory anyway. My
husband doesn’t like them to be plugged in the whole time, so they get bored
and mischievous and they torment each other. Aren’t there some road trip games that they
should like to play, like spotting license plates, and 'I Spy'?
By this time, I had given up on the car cleanliness issue.
If there were hamburgers under the seats, or flying through the air, I didn’t
care anymore. My hips were in pain from sitting in the car too long and
bouncing my legs to keep myself awake, and my thumbs were in pain from using
them to steer. Yeah, I feel way more years than I have under my belt, unfortunately.
The one saving grace about driving through South Dakota is
the raised speed limit. Until we hit road construction and the speed limit was
reduced to 55. I had an silent hissy fit, which is actually possible believe
it or not. I spent a good while figuring out how much longer it was taking us
to go 10 miles at 55mph vs. 75mph, and cursing in my head. It’s about 3 extra
minutes by the way, which really was an eternity at the time.
We did make it home…everyone intact…but I can’t speak for the
car. I hate to cut this post short -- but I'm so effing sick of this trip I'm carsick.
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