Knick-knack-paddy-whack

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 2164
Cups of Coffee – 12
Chicken Nuggets – 30

By ten o’clock this morning I’d made my decision. That comes across much more rationally in writing. By ten o’clock this morning I’d broken down in tears because I was scared of hurting my stepmother’s feelings. She strives to be a great and accomodating hostess, but their house is just not child friendly. My father is a hoarder and she loves her knick-knacks.

We’re holed up in a Super 8, which is a step up from the Motel 6 on our first trip through. There’s hot water, a working elevator, and no surprise porn.

This trip has given me a lot of time to think and I hope I retain some of the ideas I have for new topics.