It's the night before we for leave for vacation. The car is packed with everything we could possibly need for the next 3.5 weeks, and the back seat, Bonnie's and Daisy's command center, will also contain state maps, Triptiks, Lucy (a Magellan), Susie (a TomTom), the Lori-baked chocolate chip cookies, and many other things that will slowly encroach on the leg room. No matter - this is the vacation of a lifetime.
For the past week, I have been having trouble getting to sleep due to vacation excitement; I felt like a kid before Christmas. I did not want to start out with a sleep deficit. I had the bright idea to tire myself by packing the trunk, then unpacking the trunk, repacking my clothes in a smaller bag so it would actually fit in its alloted spot. After five unpack/pack, in the house, up the stairs, unpack/pack, try it in the trunk episodes, I felt sufficiently tired and probably ready for sleep. I felt proud that I had staved off incipient packing panic, and relieved that only a few pieces would be left behind. Had I known how few elevators would be available, quite a few more pieces would have been left home, but older and wiser, and all that.
Once I felt sure that everything on the to-do list had been done, I went to bed. It was 6:30 pm and I could hear kids playing outside in the balmy June weather, but sleep was the priority. When the alarm went off at 3:00 am, I wanted to be able to leap out of bed, fully rested and ready for 25 states in 24 days.
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