So, honestly, so far, the trip has been a blast. The kids are not going crazy and they are not going after each other. I don't want to "brag" but my kids really like each other. They annoy each other, yes. But they enjoy playing with each other, too. I feel sort of lucky to see that up close on this trip. SO UP CLOSE on this trip.
They, however, do annoy us on occasion. And that occasion would be the Witching Hour. We learned about the Witching Hour(s) 4-7 with infants. It, apparently, doesn't change over one's lifetime. Happy hour for adults is the same time? Co-inky-dink? I THINK NOT.
So what the heck did we do for 11 hours yesterday? Sometimes we did origami, while squirrel antlers grew out of our shoulders.
Sometimes we did front seat karaoke.
We passed around fruit salad.
We killed zombies with our brother.
We listened to podcasts on The Blue Pill because we don't have bluetooth in our mini-van and the auxiliary cable doesn't work any more. In particular, we listened to the Bath Tub story on the Moth...TWICE...because it is So. Damn. Funny. If you have 17 minutes, LISTEN TO THAT STORY. It is true and hysterical.