17 Year Old: Tried to have conversations with her, but I realized I was inconveniencing her way too much, having to remove her earphones everytime she realized I was talking to her. I guess the mumbo jumbo I have to say is not riveting enough to listen to.
12 Year Old: She was mad at me the entire trip because I'm not convinced she has the parasite she thinks she has. I'm going to hand that one over to a doctor. I have now received, again, the "Most Insensitive Mom Award". (For the billionth time.)
9 Year Old: Just continually fought with her little sister. If you're a Mother, you know it's not fun to listen to a four year old whine and tattle.
4 Year Old: Whined and tattled. She probably yelled in frustration, "I don't like this family!" five times. (She used to say "hate", but we succeeded in changing that to "don't like". So I'm happy with the progress.)
2 Year Old: She requested "Hairspray" (the soundtrack) over and over. It took a very long time, finally, to convince her the CD was scratched. But she'd forget a half hour later and request it again and again. It's a difficult conversation to have from the front seat.
It was bliss pulling into the driveway. Home. So glad to be home. Today will be a day to let my brain rest, count my blessings, and get caught up on the laundry. If you really listen closely, you may just here my sigh as I send the last child out the door to school. In Big Willy Style I say, "It's all good."