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Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog

We didn't leave for New Jersey until 9 a.m. Tab had spent the morning loading the cartop carrier and the minivan itself with all our luggage and bags. He always does an excellent job packing. I'm amazed at the way he manages to fit everything in.

It usually takes us about ten hours to make the run between Maine and New Jersey because we stop every few hours for bathroom breaks and to let the kids stretch. The traffic was very bad today, however. The trip was closer to twelve hours, even longer than our trip up. We were exhausted by the time we pulled up in front of our house.

After spending more than a week in my mother's roomy, nicely-decorated house with the deck and big backyard, my immediate thought as I walked in our door was: "I hate our house." Tab told me later he had thought the same thing. This house is far too small for a family of five. We have to get out of here.

On the bright side, our three cats were ecstatic to see us. Max, my big orange Maine Coon, wove figure eights around my ankles. Tufts of cat fur dotted the carpet, bespeaking feline wrestling bouts.

My mother-in-law had evidently stopped by earlier in the day and had filled the refrigerator with several half gallons of milk and orange juice, saving us a run to the grocery store. Mom helped Tab unload the car while I got the boys undressed and into their pajamas. Daniel is sleeping on the floor of his room so that Mom can have his bed. Time to turn in, now. Goodnight.

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