So Saturday rolls around. I get up, as I usually do, around 6:30. I go downstairs, check my email, load the dishwasher with the few things that were used the night before, and wake Jim. He goes downstairs, sees the mountain of unfolded socks, towels, and underwear on the love seat and says we are not leaving until the mountain is folded and put away. Does he offer to help with that endeavor? No, he does not. He settles down in front of his computer to play his game, and I know that if he did not have a game he was interested in, we would be in the car by 7 AM. I tell him i have at least 3 hours worth of clothes folding – this is, after all, a MOUNTAIN of socks, and socks are so difficult for me. Eilis, Brighid and I wear nearly the same size. Eilis still has some socks that are similar to Granuaile’s. I hate sorting socks. He wakes Brighid to help me, and eventually, the other two girls come down and interfere with the process. It takes me 2 hours, and I finish at about 9 AM.
While I am sorting socks, as I said, Jim is gaming, so the car does not get loaded. He later complains that we should have finished packing the night before so he could have loaded the car, ignoring the fact that we were done packing by 1 AM the night before, and he could have loaded the car. He waits until we are done sorting socks to get dressed himself, and then Brighid and I get Eilis and Granuaile dressed. Jim then decides we have packed incorrectly, and some rearranging needs to be done. He wants nothing in the bag for the cruise except what we are taking on the cruise, and nothing in the other bags except what is NOT going on the cruise. We are supposed to have a bag to stay overnight, with clothes that we will put on Monday morning as we leave for the cruise. We have to have the stuff we are going to put on Saturday and Sunday when we are off of the cruise. And we have to do all of this without letting the other two kids know we are going on the cruise.
So FINALLY at about 10 AM, all loaded in the car, we head to Starbucks to grab my coffee. On the way back from Starbucks, we stop back at home to retrieve the belt I forgot to pack for Jim, who didn’t want to help pack. We are not officially on our way to Florida until just about 11 AM. The plan is to stop for the night just before we hit Georgia, and continue the last leg of the trip on Sunday.
And then the fighting starts. The girls, all three in the back seat of a rented Grand Marquis, are fidgeting, arguing over space, and overall just crabby. So Jim says, “I wonder how much airfare is to Orlando.” A quick call to US Airways, despite my protests that it’s a holiday and airfare is going to be outrageously high, Jim finds airfare to Orlando for $59. At just a few minutes shy of Delaware, we turn the car around, race home, and book airfare to Orlando, leaving on Sunday. Brighid and I spent the day Christmas shopping, and we all got a good night’s sleep at home 🙂 What a great way to start the trip!