1: One Woman, Two Thousand Miles, Three Wild Monkeys

I have been absent from this here bloggy-blog for the better part of a week.

Take a wild guess at what I did over the weekend.

No, I was not enjoying five days of luxurious spa treatment in honor of Mother's Day.

No, I was not sleeping 'til noon after long nights of celebrating the coming of my husband's graduation.

And no, I was not spending countless hours gazing into the eyes of my one true love.

None of those things happened over the weekend.

I'll give you a few clues:

Farmhouse in Illinois

Acres upon acres of wide open spaces

The most interesting part for my eldest boy — a long line of military vehicles

Haven't figured it out yet? I'll give you a few more clues:

Silos in the distance somewhere in Nebraska

The Mighty Mississippi River

Sunset in Iowa

My single wish for the 32 hours I was trapped in the car with my three young kids

Ah yes, you got it! I drove to Chicago for the weekend for a funeral. 

One woman. Two thousand miles. Three kids. Four nights. Five days.

As you can see, we spent the majority of our trip in the car. It proved to be an enriching time for all.

And now we're home safely and headed into the final week of my husband's four-year grad school journey. Just like the past four years for our family, driving across the country on my own with three kids has shown me that we can do anything we put our minds to. Whew!

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Somewhere around mile 1,673 I was very happy to hear this song. We rocked out.

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