Traffic. Sure, getting home's a pain. That's why living in Manhattan's great - the subway gets you home, no traffic to sit in. Being forced to smell people people who have been standing out in the sun all day while on the subway seems a reasonable trade off to avoid traffic.
Once you have kids, though, it's a whole new ball game. Your discomfort is now meaningless.
Luke AFB makes it about as easy as possible to enjoy the holiday. There's a big cookout, lots of space to run around, a beer truck, cotton candy and a guy making balloon animals. It's fun to sit and enjoy the evening.
But the cookout starts at 6 pm. The children go to bed at 7. They didn't nap at all well today, either.
So we went, and I'm viewing each activity with a strict cost/benefit analysis. Will my son tolerate the activity? Will my daughter enjoy what my son would enjoy? Will they eat? Will they make it past 6:30? Past 7? What time is it now?
No way we are going to make it until dusk tonight. It's doubtful I'm going to make it until dusk. It's been a long four-day weekend.
I'd really like my wife to come home. Holidays are no fun without her.
Happy Fourth, sweetie.
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