25 pit stops.
25 diaper changes(mostly poopy).
1 puking episode(thank goodness it was only one).
1 semi spewing motor oil so profusely we had to pull over and wash the windshield.
1 night stay at hotel with indoor water park.
1 teenager that lost the privilege of speaking for several hours.
1 girl baby that got to the point of crying when we got near the car.
5 boys that were REALLY restless the last two hundred miles.
1 man with broken ribs. Thanks in part to his crazy antics at above mentioned water park.
Heaven help me if I ever have to do this road trip again.
Glad we're here, but dreading the drive back.
Which starts in less than 48 hours.
But who's counting?