Grave Visit

My wife's grandmother passed away, and since her name was engraved on the tombstone, we went for a grave visit. Our family grave is a bit far, and there was traffic, so we left at 9:30 AM and arrived at 12 PM. We had a meal with relatives, visited the grave, and got home at 5 PM. I was the one driving, of course. The family slept or something, and we finally got home. Even though I was told to rest because I must be tired, when my youngest child, who has an intellectual disability, started doing various things, my wife started yelling. It was really noisy. I couldn't rest and was taking care of my youngest, but I kept hearing complaints and grumbling from afar about the youngest child. So noisy.