Because I am certifiable insane and possibly possessed of a Napoleonic overconfidence, I decided to do three Smithsonian museums in the last day of our trip.
I'll let the images do the talking on this one.
he is better.
And now we're home. 17 Haitian teenagers, delivered home to expectant mommies and daddies.
Laundry, planning, unpacking, cleaning. Must write test on Russia and Africa, must read 10 chapters of Great Expectations. (Chose instead to post photos!)
I am very proud of this trip, which we entirely conceived, planned, and executed all on our own. More than our ability to fling teenagers onto the Metro or throw them through Smithsonians, however, I am proud of the way B and I worked together. We co-managed. We co-parented.We can do projects! We can even maybe perhaps (whisper) parent one day! It felt good.