Milo and Maria left around 230pm; The Boys showed up at my house after school and whipped around snacking, packing and completing the mandatory bathroom visist. We were on the road by 415 which I hoped would get us a teense ahead of the traffic.
No such luck, It's a holiday weekend and EVERYONE is on the road. We *crawl*. No problem, there is a party atmosphere in the car and everyone is having fun.
At 630PM we are not even at Sturbridge which I always take as the halfway point of the 2.5 hour car ride.... Things are a little quieter in the back, but we have plenty of snacks so no one is starving
Once we pass Sturbridge things open up and I even get to go the speed limit. For about 7 minutes. Then we stop again - this time it's an accident way up ahead. Once that clears and we can speed up again - it's not almost 8PM - we see a sign indicating 29 mor emiles to the exit. ARGH. The boys are silent.
We roll in about 845PM. Granny, Milo and Maria are all fed and happy, and jump up to cook our burgers while we wash hands and feel oh so glad to be out of that car. It's like the best food we ever had in the warmest nicest kitchen ever. The boys went off for a walk in the dark (I hear they didn't get very far - it is REALLY dark here in the country) and the rest of us drifted off to bed.
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