But, we are rested and refreshed - it was a fabulous time.
All in all, we drove about 3700 miles through Colorado, Utah, Arizona, and Texas and got all but four states in the license plate game, three if we blow off Washington D.C. like I voted to because I knew it was just going to cause angst.
We saw a lot of really beautiful places.
Totally straight up, I didn't see that place because it was really hot that day and Sadie thought she was going to "re-hydrate" so I stayed behind and took she and Olivia on the driving tour of Arches National Park. Just as good, only with Diet Coke.
We took a LOT of pictures but oddly enough, very few of all of us turned out. Perhaps it has something to do with my precious angels and their new little habit of throwing West Side signs, peace-out signs, or fake-mooning the camera every time we take a picture.
Tee's not even pointing at anything real in this one, he's just trying to annoy me.
Getting everyone to smile, look mostly normal, and not pretend their in a gang where street-cred is key is getting more and more difficult. This one is actually almost there except that Graham is now tall enough to cut off 1/2 my face off with his unkempt hair. I'll take it.
Speaking of hair, it is amazing to me how much the humidity effects us Texas gals. For three glorious weeks, I had no frizz, no fly aways, and no weird puffiness. As a fun trade off, I had skin like an alligator and perpetually chapped lips which, when combined, made me look super-not-hot.
What was hot, though, was the trip through the desert to Arizona. Remember my desert fear? I desperately needed something to distract me on that four hour leg, so I suggested to the the kids they might recreate the YouTube viral video of the Harvard Baseball Team dancing to "Call Me Maybe".
Seen it? Cracked me up.
'Alright, Momma, we'll take that challenge and conquer it in only 8 takes and one bathroom break'.
Good news is that riding backwards filming your children and listening over and over and over and over to that kind of lyrical artistry is a hands-down cure to desert fear. It may promote other fears, but desert fear is definitely not one of them.