On our final Sunday in California, we attempted to go to church. Attempt failed. We made it through ten minutes before everyone (including me) was melting down. So instead we drove to Temecula to visit some family then stopped at the beach on the way home. The sun was going down and it was beautiful.
From California we drove on to Las Vegas, where we spent five days at a trade show. It was an arduous week and our hotel was less than stellar, but we survived.
We had a long, long, long drive home from Las Vegas, and by the time we sputtered into the driveway, we all felt like collapsing out of exhaustion. It was a three-week marathon, but we survived and I was very proud of what troopers my little girls were!