2000 Steps. That's about what my pedometer told me I took sitting in the car from my house to Las Vegas. That's how many times I turned around to deal with the back seat boys in the rented mini van. Or how many times I hit my head on the ceiling mounted DVD player.
Were on vacation. So far, as with everything we do, it's suck city.
Nervous 4 year old.
Sick, puking, visit urgent care in a different state 2 yr old.
Insomniac mom.
Moderately uptight dad.
Tomorrow? We start three days in the happiest place on earth. Oh what can gO wrong? I doesntly really matter because were making memories griswald style.
And, tomorrow grandma is here.
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