I spent the day in the car, in a blizzard, my 2 year old (who behaved like an angel), my sister (who slept with her mouth open, allowing us to discuss the whiteness of her teeth), my mother (who wouldn’t let anyone else drive, ever, at all) and my mother’s friend (who kept the visor down in the passenger seat so she could keep an eye on us in the mirror).
I spent the night in a Holiday Inn Express, one of the most beautiful, fascinating, joyous places on earth according to my daughter. I slept with earplugs in my ears. And a pillow on my head. And the KindleFire on top of that pillow with the white noise app blasting. Because the snoring. My god the snoring.