On the way to San Antonio, Patrick drove a friend's car (who otherwise would not have been able to come) while I drove Madison in the Explorer. That meant that no one was available to pick up dropped toys, make funny faces, or pacify Madison in the backseat. Thankfully, Madison slept for the first two hours of the trip, which was a miracle considering she had already napped for three hours before we left the house. The next hour and a half, however, was far from miraculous. That is, unless you consider me not having a full blown nervous breakdown a miracle. In that respect, it was a miracle indeed.
She cried. And cried. Then she slept, woke up, and cried some more. I pulled over once to give her a chance to breathe. It was that bad. After an eternity of that, we finally arrived at the hotel. At this point, it was about 7:30, a full hour after her typical bedtime. Usually, that would mean relentless screaming, but the new environment was interesting enough to keep her curious and quiet. Here she is with Patrick in the hotel lobby, waiting for our room keys.
To minimize noisiness, Patrick stayed in the adjoining room with our friend. We figured one of us would be half as loud as two. Actually, I'm being generous here. That boy is loud. I wish I could say the whole night was uneventful, but she woke up crying three times, probably with flashbacks of our terrible drive. She ended up staying in bed with me after the third time, at 4:45, a mere fifteen minutes before the alarm was scheduled to go off.
|Notice my jeans are tucked into my soccer socks. If that's not classy, I don't know what is.|
The closest I came to crying (not counting the drive there) was watching Janese, John's mom, "tapping" him out. The soldiers stood at attention until a loved one came and tapped them out by touching them.I love that John and Patrick are smiling at Madison, and she's not even paying attention. I think she was still in a sleep state.
If I had to sum the whole trip up in one sentence, it would be this: I am so glad we went, and I am so glad it's over!
Have you ever been to a military graduation? What's the longest you've driven with a crying baby? Do you tuck your jeans into your socks, too? Yeah, I figured that last one was just me.