Almost Home

The day started at 5am CST. It ended at 11pm MST. In between were some of the worst hours of my life. I don't think I'm exaggerating. I'm still recovering from the hours of driving, and screaming, and the blow out while I drove and the hour from hell at Wal-Mart while we fixed the tire. And the parts where I completely embarrassed myself in front of our friends that we stayed with. I'm pretty sure they will never have children.At least there was Casa Bonita. The mecca of all that is good about dining smack in the middle of Denver, CO. But despite the pictures to show our fun at the puppet show, arcades, cliff diving, and Black Bart's Cave, I can only remember the moment when I was finally left alone at the table to finish the remnants of my dinner. I could only stare at the food while I broke down into sobs. But I was still aware of my surroundings enough to notice that the old man trying not to stare at me was definitely staring at me. So I decided to take my over tired and worn out mothering self to the ladies room to at least save some of my dignity. The private handicapped stall was occupied. Of course. So I carried my tear stained face to the public restroom, but it was next to the arcade. I pictured my family winning tickets with their ski ball skills and decided I might as well just start enjoying myself. So there you have it. If Casa Bonita can make my worst day better, it is definitely a good place.