Confession Time: I have had a BIG BAD attitude about our family's upcoming road trip vacation to Florida. Staying in hotels, a long car ride, tackling Disney, trying to get Paloma to nap and sleep at night---all of it made me want to crawl into bed and hide.
Today, after Atticus asked me for the 65th time in a 5-minute period, I took out my hotel information so that I could pull up their website and show him the photos of the big pirate ship in one of their pools. My eyes zoned in on the date.
I was off! We are due to arrive a full TWO days earlier than I thought.
Really, this is no big deal. It means that instead of leaving at the end of a weekend, we leave at the beginning. I can handle that. But, it creates a sense of urgency since I now have effectively lost that weekend to prepare.
This was the smack upside the head that I needed. Immobility serves no good purpose. I need to step up my game. If we are going to do a road trip, then by God I am going to turn it into the best damn roadtrip with kids ever! Or at least die in a valiant attempt.
So, I am spending my evening, surrounded by Disney/Florida/Family Travel books recently checked out from the library, and the planning begins...anyone with advice, I'll gladly take it! And Jen, I'll preempt you here: we are bringing our own little mini-bar with us; not for while we're on the road, of course, but to celebrate making it to Florida. . .and if it is really turns out to be that bad, then we'll just celebrate making it to Florida without leaving anyone on the side of the interstate somewhere ;)