Well, things got better. After Frankie screamed bloody murder till 6 am with a diaper rash we all got a luxurious 3 hours sleep. Then, a couple hours later, I backed Trish's brand new car into a parking space accidentally leaving the door open and nearly ripped it off. Fortunately it closed well enough to drive safely. Much damage. No one harmed though (physically).
We threw in the towel; it was time to give up. This trip was over. We limped home, got the kid to sleep and look forward to a better day tomorrow.