I worked Fri/Sat night. The kids met me and we went up to my parents. Should have been there by 12-12:30 at the latest, instead we didnt' get there until 1:30. Took just as long getting home. None of us could get up this morning. If it is like this everytime I go up i will be traveling 12 hours a day. The only good thing is most of the time I will be by myself so hopefully I can catch a nap. Then once the house is unpacked we won't have to be doing so much work at the house. So maybe we can relax a bit.
I feel like such a complainer. I just can't stop complaining. Hopefully I'll stop soon.
I did get a little knitting done on my way home. Only because I made myself. I guess I'm just stressed out.