Vacation is officially over...Devyn is exhausted.

Just got back from Oceanside, California, on Monday morning. We drove there and back, it was absolutely crazy!!! 18 hours of intense and hot driving...with a crying 2 year old in the back seat. So pleasant!!!! On the way there, we stopped in St. George, Utah, where the temperature at 9 pm was 115 degrees. Yum! Nice and sticky. Got on the road the following morning at 7am, about 20 miles outside of San Bernardino, CA, ran into some major traffic. Took us an hour and a half to drive 17 miles (David and Devyn slept in the back, while I fumed, ranted, cursed and lost my temper in the driver's seat) Finally drove up to the cause of all this traffic, turned out there was a huge wreck between a car and a truck with a horse trailer. Guy with the horse trailer rammed head on into the cement barrier, trailer unhooked, opened and horse went flying on the road, where it was hit by a car, completely trashing the car and literally blowing up the horse into pieces. I drove up just in time to see the horse being hauled into a trailer with a crane. Yeah, picture it. It was probably the goriest thing I have ever seen in my life. Thank God the boys were still asleep in the back, otherwise Dave would have puked.
On the way back, David kinda messed up on mileage, thinking Grand Junction was closer than we thought... 6pm, we think we are only a few miles from GJ, had a hotel reservation there, finally see a sign: "Grand Junction 254 miles". ARGH!!!!! There is no way I was going to drive another 3 hours with Devyn going absolutely bonkers in the car, we had been on the road since 7am!!!! Stopped in Richfield, where we went to 10 different hotels and could not get a room (baseball tournament). Could not get a hotel employee to help us either, they were all too busy or too rude. Finally got one lady to book us a room at the Roadway Inn in Salinas, Utah, literally in the middle of nowhere, and 110 miles from any city or gas station. The city is basically the inn, a Burger King, Subway, gas station and a Dennys. Get into the room, Devyn has to go to the bathroom, ends up taking a poop consisting of two turds as big as my fist (no joke) and plugging up the toilet, flooding the bathroom floor. Dave and I mop up the water with all the towels, to no avail. David has to finally go get a plunger and do the nasty business of unplugging the toilet himself, lest a hotel employee realize my son just gave birth to two coke cans.
Drove home on Sunday, arrived at 5pm, exhausted, needing another vacation to recover from the drive.
Can't wait 'til next year!