I had an Audible book playing in my ear buds, until I realized that was putting me to sleep. Then I blasted Florence and the Machine through the car's speakers to keep myself awake.
I arrived home at 5:10, stepping out of the car to waves of mal de terre, my typical malady after a long drive. The earth was tilting and whirling underneath me. It could have been the over caffeination or the lack of food.
Luckily, I had prepared the teen for a weekend at home and the crew had not eaten ever last morsel.
Homemade chicken pockets, warmed in the oven until the filling was bubbling hot and the bread was crispy on the bottom and flaky everywhere else. Cheers to a well stocked pantry.