We spent the day driving to our first destination today.
Here I sit trying to figure out how I am going to get any sleep this week, and why the hell I thought this was a good idea!
Man, oh man...I am spent.
Right about the time we landed ourselves in Beaver, Utah...I became like a 12 year old boy, and didn't stop until well after Las Vegas.
With 3 hours of sleep, one child that asked "When are we gonna get there?" every um, 10 minutes, and the other child that cried the majority of the time...we are just glad that we got here with as many laughs as we did. I did what I had to do to entertain myself.
I decided that I should tell Paul things like I like palm trees a lot, and the car next to us had white wall tires. I then may have gotten a little distracted and hit one of those big orange barrells in a construction zone...Paul made fun of me for it for at least 5 of the 10 hours of driving.
Here we are in a warm and sunny location...Paul is sick, and I am crazy.