Last night we got an estimated six hours of sleep between the three of us. It makes travel feel like some weird kind of hazing. We do all these fun things during the day, but to earn them we must pay with our souls at night. I think in the future we'll just board Dylan when we go away. I keep skulking off in the corner to rock while I count up all the times we'll be out of town with Dylan the rest of this year (3 weddings, high school reunion, various holidays)
Despite the exhaustion and intensive intervention, Dylan could not sleep in the car and whimpered the whole way from New York to Ithaca, although she did try to doze off when we were three minutes from arriving (in Collegetown, for those in the know).
Every time we looked up this weekend there was a different member of Aaron's family to play with. It was even more like a traveling circus than our trips usually are. Dylan is the most popular of us, so Aaron and I compete for second.
My theory is that the grumpiness peaks on the second day after a bad night, so watch out for us tomorrow. Although with three nights in a row I think we may be looking at a full week. Hey! Come hang out with us!
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