I guess I should be thankful for the 3 good hours we had. They were very good and I enjoyed my son very much. The remainder of the time, I was praying for it to be over. We had to stop twice on the way home and remove him from the car for repeatedly throwing shoes at the driver. My mom is seriously asking if they still use tranquilizers. She said its easy not to notice how "abnormal" we are until we're out in public, then its glaringly obvious. We are home, I am thankful I went cause mom wouldn't have made it on her own. I am thankful for the 3 hours, and I am thankful we are home and I want to crawl in a hole and cry.