to finally sit down and blog, your husband taps you on the shoulder and reminds you that you have a wedding to attend.
A wedding in a park on a winter Sunday. Followed by a sit-down dinner at a hotel. An hour away. On the same highway as tired, grumpy holiday travelers.
Because the soon-to-be married couple is a pair of avid hikers, the sit-down dinner will be followed by a late afternoon hike in the woods. After that, your husband reminds you, you promised to stop by his brother's son's birthday party.
I have to douse myself with lighter fluid now. I'm sure you understand.