The lamest holiday ever?

How we spent our Swiss National Day:

7:00am - Wake up
8:00am - Get up
10:30am - Decide to drive up to Obernai, France
11:30am - Leave for France
11:35am - From the back seat: "WAAAAAAAAAHH!"
11:36am - Pull over onto a side street in Basel
12:00pm - Hope neighbors aren't calling police
12:30pm - Drive home because she's still eating/crying
3:30pm - She finally falls asleep; decide to drive to Sélestat, France instead
3:45pm - Finally enter France - allez!
4:15pm - From the back seat (well before Sélestat): "WAAAAAAAAAHH!"
4:20pm - Take the first exit off the motorway; decide to drive to Rouffach instead
4:30pm - Arrive in Rouffach; no let-up in screaming
4:35pm - Can't find parking; drop Gretchen and Munchkin off
4:45pm - Finally find parking; find Gretchen sitting in a nook alongside the church trying to feed her; take a few pictures
5:15pm - Walk around town
5:30pm - Finish walking around town
5:45pm - Stop at a restaurant for dinner; told dinner isn't served until 19:00
5:50pm - Starts raining
6:00pm - Gretchen gets in back seat of car to feed Munchkin
6:30pm - Finally leave Rouffach
7:15pm - Arrive back in Basel
7:16pm - Fireworks driving Grady insane; give him Uncle Miltie
8:00pm - Despite Uncle Miltie, fireworks still freak Grady out
9:00pm - Still no sleep for either Munchkin or Grady; up Grady's dosage of Uncle Miltie
10:15pm - Munchkin still eating; Grady still barking; no end in sight for either

Who knew going back to work tomorrow could be so restful?