Well we made it to Atlanta and I don't really know why I always think it's such a great idea to take three small children away from home, and beds, to stay in someone else's home, and beds, but I do it at least a couple of times a year. It's like I get amnesia between trips. In theory it sounds like fun, until I'm in the middle of it saying out loud to strangers "What was I THINKING?" Followed by, "Someone shoot me NOW!"
Anyway....we went to Ikea today. It's like Six Flags except it's no fun for kids. Just for grown ups who want to get fun household things for cheap. But not so much fun for grown ups who are dumb enough to haul kids. Catherine DFO (done fell out) in the middle of the floor at one point, and William went into shock as we piled on the people mover escalator and was screaming hysterically realizing he'd been left, so he had to be carried on by some strangers coming up behind us who realized we'd have to post an amber alert to find him if he didn't join us. But I got some really cool stools for my kitchen bar. So maybe it was worth it. Maybe.
I don't know what we'll do for fun tomorrow. Maybe find somewhere to get root canals?