Day Eight

Dorothy was right: there is no place like home. I wish I could be saying this from the comfort of my own home, but alas, I'm in a hotel room wishing I were home. I do wish that we could have spent more time in Maine, but now that we've left and are out of relaxing vacation mode, I just want to be home. The poor boys won't even get to enjoy being home; they leave for scout camp at 4 o'clock on Monday morning! But for now, I guess we can just focus on making it through the 8ish hours we have left to go!