The kids know.
We were going to wait until Friday to spill it, but thanks to their very eager Daddy, they now know we'll be spending Spring Break at Disneyland. We are all over the moon about this trip. We have decided to drive, because after all--getting there is half the fun. (Just don't ask me about the coming back part).
With the economy the way it is, this might seem frivolous or foolish, but we can't afford not to go. James received his official orders for Iraq 2 days ago. He is definitely deploying. We could not pass up this opportunity.
The drive is a pretty straightforward. Seriously, I plugged in the destination and literally we leave our neighborhood, merge onto I-5 South, and drive for 1000 miles. Destination ahead on the right.
We plan on making stops along the way and want to drop in on the San Francisco scene on the way back. Mostly we are going to play it by ear. That tends to be the least stressful and most relaxing. And when you're spending 17 hours (each way) held hostage in a minivan with 3 kids, that's the only way to play it.
Pray. For. Me.