Beep
beep
beep
Ugh! 4am? Wait
this isnt a work day. Do over!
Beep
beep
beep
Ugh! 3:30am? On a Saturday?
I know just how you feel!
There's nothing worse than when you're trying to catch up on some much needed sleep and there's some doofus in a truck backing up.
Were going to Disney World!
Ah! So the beeping truck in reverse was actually a good thing.
Next time, try using an alarm.
I take my time getting ready.
So you could've hit snooze a half dozen more times?
Confession #6: Most things I do quickly. Getting ready isnt one of em.
Shocked! Shocked I am!

:
After enough primping (is there ever enough?),
Heavens no! Sometimes it takes me over an hour just to get to the point where I feel I can start.
Well, okay. That's because Ruby's in the bathroom ahead of me... but still.
I screw up the courage to poke the bear.
Squid, I whisper sweetly. Time to get up.
Ugh. Grumble, grumble grumble, as the blankets go over his head.
On to my next victim...
Monko, I whisper sweetly. Time to get up.
Ugh. Grumble, grumble grumble, as the blankets go over her head.
I wonder if they're related?
What happened to my little early bird? Now that shes 12, shes too cool to go to bed early. She stays up late curled up with her iPhone these days.
Oh.
That refrain sounds awfully familiar.
Squid! I cry, not so sweetly. Time to get up!!!
Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Monko! Get up!
That seemed to do the trick as they actually take the blankets off their heads.
Air sirens.
Cold water.
Screaming.
Just trying to help.
Nope. Not budging. Im no weakling! I work out! (If my brother is reading this he just rolled his eyes and said, Again with the Jillian Michaels talk
)
She is at that age when Mom doesnt know how to do anything.
So that narrows it down to anywhere from 5 to 105.
Yeah, knock yourself out, kid.
She tries and fails.
And a little part of you feels smug right then, right?
We are getting dangerously close to being on time here. That is almost late in my book.
You and me both.... you and me both.
He sighs out to the hall and tries the handle. Not budging for him either. This is like Excaliber in reverse!
So some fantastical aquatic creature took it and plunged it into a lake?
He tries again. Im panicking. What are we going to do?
No worries. Just cancel the trip.
Aren't I helpful?
I am nothing if not helpful.
I go get Monkstons stuff and see him outside on the porch attacking my bag like the Samsonite gorilla. I hope my belongings survive.
Please tell me he was making hooting sounds too.
He huffs in and produces the bag
With the handle down! My hero!
Ha! I'm way ahead of you.
Gravity is your hero.
We finally get on the road. Were almost to the entrance ramp to the highway.
I think I forgot my sunglasses, Squid says. He has been known to say this with said sunglasses on his head but this time hes not wearing them.
Ugh. We were so close.

I like that. "We were so close."
You're lucky though.
I always remember stuff that I've forgotten... when it's way too late.
Like on the plane. In the hotel. Etc.
Were just a little behind schedule. Not early like I like, but not L-word yet.
Lazy?
Beautiful.
And how about a drink in the swanky Sky Lounge?
Whoa. I can picture Frank, Deano and Sammy sipping martinis there.
Monkson and I sit on the curb and watch carload after carload of people park their vehicles and walk toward the terminal. Carload after carload of people that will be ahead of us in line.
And each one of them eats at your soul.
Deny it if you can.
I feel the dewy morning air gently frizz my hair.
NO! Not the hair!!! Anything but that!
Here! Take my kid, but leave the hair alone!!!!
Where is he? What could he possibly be doing?
Mommy! Calm down!
I am calm. I was just wondering where Daddy is.
You are not. Youre nervous.
Am not.
Are too.
Am
oh never mind.
She's right.
You're wrong.
Move on.
The shuttle bus comes by and the driver asks if we want to get in. This is a perfectly logical question to ask of people standing with their luggage. I have no logical answer. I say no thanks.
You're waiting for a magic carpet of course.
Gotta keep the destination in mind here, folks.
Finally, FINALLY, I see a familiar hat above the cars in the distance.
Come on!!
He looks at me like Im crazy.
oooohhhhh....
Nope. I'm not touching that one.
Nope.
Squid takes the bag with the untrustworthy handle and carries it the hard way
off the ground. I see him straining. Its probably pretty darn close to 50 pounds. I hope his back doesnt give out.
Nah. That sort of thing only happens in the movies.
This is not like any airport Ive ever been in. It looks like a small bus terminal. There are two planes parked outside.
Does one of them have only one engine?
With a <gasp> propeller?
Dont look at my hair, she says to me. Its such a mess.
Laura resists the urge to throttle Queen bee.
It's interesting that she worries about what I think about her hair. I guess were all not so different. Her hair looks fine to me just as Im sure mine does to her.
Except, of course, for the painfully obvious frizziness.
Youre so lucky to have curly hair," she says. "You just wash and go.
"Local former PTO president found, at airport, beaten within an inch of her life."
I stop myself from launching into a conversation about the trials of curly hair
the products, the drying methods, the angst and just sort of wave it off.
Your restraint is admirable.
She also has a gorgeous Tory Burch bag that I covet. Of course I want to be her best friend.
Ah.
No bag. No friendship.
Gotcha.
You know a lot about Disney, dont you?
Rats! My Disney nerdiness is showing. Turn it down a notch, Laura 74.
Red flag! Red flag! Full reverse!
Yes, I know you can put swimsuits in the carry-on. Done that. I just want all my stuff.
She looks a bit panicked. I guess she didnt know to put a change of clothes in her carry-on. Her wedge heels and long pants will not be comfortable in the parks
or at the pool.
Heh. That's telling her!
Oh, Im sure your bags will show up quickly!
And they probably will.
Yeah. Probably.
Shoot.
Thanks for the chapter, Laura!
