☺"Well, that was not fun."☺

My daughter just summed it all up in one simple statement.

People were kind of cranky yesterday anyway, so getting all three kids crammed and buckled in the backseat of our wagon proved to be more of a challenge than we had anticipated. Our van is in the shop so we had to use a smaller vehicle to get around, one that leaves you no choice but to put the three children seated practically on top of one another, directly behind hubby and me. The whole buckling process takes finesse and patience and is reminiscent of a ballet dance: first child gets in and sits, second scoots in and leans forward while the first tries to buckle and the third gets seated. First and third then lean sideways while middle child wrestles with belt, then finally middle one bends forward while third leans to the side while parent searches for buckle that keeps getting smashed behind car seat. Once we're finally on the road, headed to church yesterday no less, kids begin trying to find their own space for limbs where there is none, so fidgeting begins. Youngest then discovers the door handle and pulls, allowing the door to open ever so slightly as we're driving down the road. Dad quickly pulls over and clicks on child safety lock as he closes said door. Meanwhile, it's raining and older children are getting mad at youngest for opening door. We finally get back on our way when we hear our daughter whisper to herself those oh-so-fitting words. Amen!