It's always sad when we come home from Fargo. Don't get me wrong, we're happy to be home but still. We hardly get to see the family in Fargo (and surrounding areas) because of, well, life. Sometime this summer we'll have to take four or five days and just hang out. No schedule, nothing planned (to some extent).
Tomorrow I'll be posting photos from the trip. The boy just went down for the night and it's 1115pm. He didn't sleep at all on the way home so I don't know how the hell he was awake for so long. The girl slept most of the five hours home and she's out already. Whew on that one. A snarky, sassy, backtalking drama queen came home with us instead of our it's cute sometimes dictator. Mama was not happy with that acquisition.
Maybe tomorrow I'll get my dictator back. We can only hope the threat of tossing the Barbie movies has done the job. Pray for us please =0)