For the last week, Katie, Nathan, and I have been on vacation. A few days in Indiana for a family wedding and then a handful of days in Florida so Nathan and his only living great grandmother could finally meet.
It was a good time but, like many vacations, it was time to come home. And we missed home so much, we drove straight through from just north of Orlando to the far west Chicago suburbs.
2 5-Hour Energy bottles.
We're home. I don't think I could ever do that again. It was crazy cakes.
Yet, despite getting home at 3 a.m., we still made it to Nathan's 8:30 tumbling class.