I'm supposed to be packing...or asleep...and clearly neither is happening right now. Instead, I am fretting and freaking about our upcoming trip. What on earth was I thinking when I agreed to drive across the country?
I know, I know, it will be an awesome trip. The kids will have a great time, and I will see all of this stuff I have waited 29 (or so) years to see. I can't help just feeling a teeny, tiny bit nervous about the journey itself...will Little Guy revolt after being stuck in his car seat for so many hours on end? Will Caitlin hole up in the back seat and disappear under a pile* of books, not to be discovered until Flagstaff? Will Kelsey make SOS messages out of Wiki-Sticks and decorate the windows with them so passers-by can see, but we cannot until the lights of a CHiPs notorcycle cop (Ponch? Jon?) flash ominously in the rear-view mirror?
These and many more questions will be answered over the next 8 days. I hope to keep up with our adventures with many lousy, out-of-focus, frantic and touristy shots as well whatever prose I can manage to eke out after 8 -10 hours in the car each day. Why on earth the daily driving minimum had to go from a perfectly reasonable 300 miles** to a rather high 440 miles per day is beyond me. Guessing whoever made that change never drove the whole tribe across the country, much less across town (for any reason!). Well...here goes nothing!
*Mind you, this is after I shipped 12 plus books home today from her 'emergency' supply. So much for our book lock-down last week.**If you are PCS-ing (Permanent Change of Station) and opt to drive to your new post (if allowed), you must drive a minimum of 440 miles per day. This was changed about two years ago, inexplicably, and I would love to see it reversed by 10 a.m. tomorrow!