Thank you God and thank you sick, twisted minds who brought us Red Bull. We drove through the night both ways on our trip to Indiana. The kids did so well--it's hard for them to fuss when they are sleeping! Jason and I were/are zombies from lack of sleep. That stick-to-your-eyeball dry contacts feeling is hard to beat, but the twitchy, unnaturally wide-eyed Red Bull effect comes in close second. Thanks to our drive by nighting and the monstrous gas tank on the Expedition, we made absolute record time coming home, even beating our Best Time Ever, clocked before we had kids. I'm still shaking the limp, heavy feeling out of my legs, and my numb hiney is slowly regaining feeling. But I'd do it all over again to NOT have to listen to unhappy children in the back seat. Our last hour coming home was not pretty, but at least it was only an hour, and at least we made it.