Well friends, we are almost there. Almost at THE day. The leaving day. Day Zero, as I call it.
We packed up last night. DH is almost completely packed except for, like, his toothbrush. I have a couple of other things to pack away like medication and such, which I need to have on display or I'll forget to take it - so that'll get tossed in right before we leave. I also have a few things which need to be washed, and which will then be packed away as well...
LIKE MY OLD BATHING SUIT!
...which DH found in the attic yesterday, in a box of random bedroom stuff. I'm really not sure what we were thinking as we finished packing before the move, I'm really not. So now I have two!
So the plan is this: Leaving work at my normal time on Friday (I HOPE! You know there's always the last-minute junk prior to leaving for vacation!). Tap dancing the entire way to the train. Tap dancing and possibly doing cartwheels, which I don't know how to do but somehow believe I'll magically be capable of, to the next train. Jumping in the car with DH and either going to dinner or getting takeout and enjoying a nice evening together, during which time we will giggle like children and say "OH MY GOD!" at least a hundred times.
And then trying desperately to get to sleep so we can wake up at 4:00 on Saturday morning! I mean, we'll wake up on time for sure

but I'd like to not feel the way I've felt the past two trips, when I got next to no sleep and pretty much stumbled my way around feeling ill. A towncar will pick us up at 4:30 and carry us off to Philadelphia International Airport, where we will then wait impatiently and eat bland, mediocre airport food just to hold us over til we get to the resort.
Our flight is at 7:00, and once we land in Orlando and get our luggage, we'll get into yet another towncar and be whisked off directly to the Polynesian!

We had a great driver last year, I hope we get her again this year.
Then a week's worth of magical hijinks will ensue!
Now if I can just get through these next couple of days at work...
