I still can’t understand how a long car ride with the girls can be so tiring. After all, the only thing we’re doing, by definition, is sitting down. Life being what it is, I expect that I’ll figure this out on the last trip to college with Genevieve.
Today’s trip home from Moorhead was blessedly uneventful. Shannon skillfully handled the insanely bad freeway southeast of MHD, passing but not joining any of the ten or so cars we saw in the ditch. The girls were in great moods the whole time, even when the ride started to wear on everyone after the second bathroom break. And wonder of wonders, half of the girls napped:
On our last trip back from Moorhead, Genevieve shrieked, “Oolia, WAKE UP!” whenever she sensed Julia nodding off. Today, she did nothing of the sort. She threw a few puzzled glances at the dozer next to her, but otherwise occupied herself by singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” a few times, putting on and taking off a Burger King crown a zillion times, toying with her sunglasses, and making sure we were on the right road:
We were, and made it back to the comforts of home by dinnertime.