Coming off that travel high

Today my family woke up and realized that today is the last day of our traveling vacation. I have to say I was ready to get home. I was ready to let my little angel scream until his face looked like a squashed red tomato in the privacy of our own home. Nothing is worse than parenting in public. I am always in fear that the parent police will show and issue me a citation for permanently traumatizing my child because I a) let that diaper go just a little too long, b) let my child scream at 3 am., c) put said child in the bed with me to sleep knowing that this new habit will have to be broken when we return home, d) fed him peas in his car seat and did not care that half of them ended up on his hands and then everything else at the Waffle House, e) did not adequately disinfect the baby seat at the Waffle House after removing the child from the car seat. I don't know about you, but when the vacation is over, I just want to be home. Every hour in the car feels like five. I begrudge every stop even if it is for necessary duties like eating and restroom breaks. My child must be like me, because after a couple of hours in the car all the old stand bys for entertaining an infant in a car seat no longer worked. Yesterday, I ended up singing every song I could think of in chicken speak (cluck, bawk, etc) as I danced JP's little toy chicken up and down his lap. I have an incredibly patient husband. I should make an album.