One major road trip

Headed out of San Diego about 9am. My mom flew down to make the trip with us. I told her I was just gonna get on the 5 and stay there. "You don't take the 5...Do you?" At that point I just think I must have gotten my freeways confused, so I'll just get on the 15 and go. I did just that. When I started seeing signs for Barstow, I realized I had done something wrong. Well we added about 4 hours to the trip. Eventually made it to Sacramento after 9pm. All the kids were crying. I was seeing double but we made it to a nice hotel. I got a few hours of sleep before the 5-hour energy, coffee, and energy drink I had consumed during the day reared its ugly head. My body had shut down, my mind had went along with it for a little bit until about 3am. I was up from then on. My mind was racing. It was a hectic night with needy babies, pizza delivery guys, broken tv, pets, and noise complaints. We got back on the road about 9am the next morning. The second day I was sore and burnt. We stopped more often. We made it to the new house about 5pm.  The renter was still moving things out, so that was weird. The kids went crazy. Exploring every corner. We took video and pictures. It was pretty awesome. The first night we stayed at my parents house. I was just too tired to make beds happen.