Why aren't we flying? Because getting there is half the fun. You know that. (movie anyone?)
Actually we aren't flying because the money tree is having trouble sprouting in our back yard.
Thus, preparations to road trip have begun.
There is a gigantic suitcase on my bedroom floor with stacks of clothes inside. These stacks are the beginning of my packing fiasco.
Let me break down Mommyhood packing for you:
Hubby packs for Hubby. I prefer it this way. His only job is to neatly stack what he plans on bringing within my view.
This takes him five minutes.
My job is to pack for myself and four munchkins.
This takes me five weeks.
I make outfits, remake outfits, count tee shirts, consider how many days we will be there, check the forecast, reconsider everything I already decided on bringing, and generally try my hardest to make packing as difficult and time consuming as possible.
After my first of many serious packing sessions, I spent last night trying on all my warm weather clothes.
It took me a good twenty minutes to get past the sight of my legs. They are the color of Elmer's glue.
I might have nightmares about the sight of my legs tonight.
The upside of my evening was that everything still fit.
Aside from packing clothes, I have purchased 5 Hour Energy Drinks and enough processed foods to sustain us for 20 long hours.
I even prepared my car for this long
On Monday, afternoon temperatures climbed up into the mid 30's . I took advantage and spent an hour soaping all the crust, fingerprints, spills and unidentified smears off the inside of my car.
I now love my car so much I wonder why I never scrubbed the inside of it before.
Nevermind. I know why I never scrubbed the inside before. It's just about as fun as unloading my dishwasher. But it lasts five times as long.
I will continue my road trip preparations up until the minute we pull out of our driveway. It ain't my style to sit back and rest.
It also ain't my style to let something alone.
My constant reorganization of everything we are bringing will drive Hubby mad. He just doesn't get it.
But he doesn't have to. All he has to do is drive. And when he gets us into daylight and on a straight road, I can take over and let him rest.
And then two hours into my driving Hubby will be so annoyed with my driving he will insist on driving again.
This will secretly make me happy because I hate driving.
Mommyhood Footnote: Even the wild animals in Disney are happy. This squirrel decided to have lunch with us. Actually he just wouldn't leave us alone and he didn't scare easily. Trust me, I tried.
I then got all "Disney Princess" and fed him fries Cinderella style. I swear I heard him thank me when he was finished.
The place is magic. I tell you no lies.
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