I’m writing this as my family and I travel home. It’s going to be a four hour trip from our friends’ house in New Paltz, NY. We’re an hour into it right now.
Jackson cried for the first forty-five minutes because he wanted me to put his boots on, but then didn’t want them on, over and over, until he finally ate a Fig Newton and fell asleep.
Lily’s been watching cartoons on the iPad this whole time, completely ignoring her brother’s meltdown, giggling from time to time at her show. I’m not proud of the fact that we let her start watching TV the instant we got to m the car, but it also seemed impossible and unnecessary to handle Jackson’s tantrum AND Lily begging for a show at the same time.
We’re on the interstate now, cruising along past rolling hills and farmland, and the sun is shining. The kids are happy and my husband I just split a candy bar.
Everything is going to be okay.