Probably not kings. Or queens. (Sorry, Wife, I've hemmed myself in by choosing post titles from a story with only one woman.) We only rule a handful of wooded acres in the big city, with just four servants in our household. And we can't even really call them servants, since we usually do what they want. That isn't really difficult, since they usually want ice cream or donuts, and we love both. Recently none of them has asked to play Pretty Pretty Princess, so it has been especially nice. We have hidden that game deep in the highest cupboard. I'm hopeful that it will just disintegrate. (Separate but related: I am a Candyland master. I smoked my daughters over three games this week. If you want to speed up a game of Candyland, take out all the single colors save one set. Then you're playing with doubles and specials, and the action is HOT!)
But we are going away. This is, I think, our longest car trip as a family---speaking in distance and time. Now that we are six, plane travel is just out of the realm of possibility. And, for some reason, driving 24 hours over three days sounds more relaxing than a trip to the airport.
It's a combo trip: camping, tourism, and family visits. I don't know what Mrs. Manwhowouldbe thinks, but I see this as a warm-up for a future summer-long trip out west. We'll see.
My goals for this trip are simple:
1. Stay awake while driving. Hello, Caffeine. Come here often?
2. Have as positive an attitude as possible. I don't like myself when I'm a crank, so why should I expect anyone else to?
3. Stay off my oldest son's case. He needs to be who he is, not who I want him to be.
4. Run, read, and write regularly.
Okay, now I need to go fight with the minivan about how everything is going to fit.
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