and the answer is...

I called David (he was asleep with the little ones) and asked him what to do. After I rehearsed all the options that failed he said "cram them in the car, say a prayer and come home". I was still worried about the weight, the brakes that he had just changed that morning and mostly about being illegal (see what happens when you get old, your conscience starts to work!)

I really didn't have another option. We crammed. We prayed. We made it home safely and prayed again.

The adventure was the talk at church and when the bishop came up and put his hand on my shoulder, I thought I was dead. I wasn't. He just wanted to chat about Seussical. Again! Didn't we finish that 4 months ago?

Now, what lessons did I learn? Hmmm...