Ok, it's really my pre-trip planning. Step-by-step. Since I am clueless about planning and organinzing things, maybe along the way I'll learn something that someone else will benefit from. 
First, I'll introduce the hapless family I am about to drag off into chaos:
My DH. 33 years old. Works on airplanes. Not a very patient person, but loves thrill rides. He'll stand in line for an hour and a half for a roller coaster.
DS8. This guy is my 30wkr. Weighing in at 3lbs2oz, he spent 28 days in Special Care. (That's a step-down nursery from NICU for all you non-preemie parents.) He's in 3rd grade now and suffers from the lingering effects of being a "wimpy, white male" preemie. (Statistically, white males have the worst outcomes of all populations when born prematurely.) He struggles with language arts/reading/writing development. He loves airplanes and rockets and dinosaurs. He's also the sweetest kid you'd ever want to meet and a very caring big brother.
DD7. (Well, she'll be 7 Oct 15.) She was a 33wkr. 3lbs8oz. Spent 21 days in SC. She's in first grade now and is a true drama queen. Every little snag, hitch or worry will ignite a meltdown. Needless to say this one and DH's impatience clash frequently. She cried for a week before starting K5 because she didn't know how to do homework. Yeah.
DS5. He'll be 6 in Jan. He was 34w2d and weighed 4lb12oz. He only stayed 12 days.
He started K5 this year. Bless that teacher's heart. I'm gonna owe her a dozen roses at the end of the year. He's all boy. And big. Not fat. Just big. He outweighs his sister and is only about an inch shorter, even though he's 15 months younger. He wants to be a Marine. Semper Fi.
Then, of course, there's me. Mom (32), who decided last week, "Let's go to Disney World." I was planning for Mardi Gras, so it wouldn't be boiling hot, but then I got to reading. And realizing that you just don't "go to Disney World". You plan it. Great. I suck at planning. We're talking final hems in my wedding gown at 3am the morning of the wedding. (Yes, I was late for my wedding. And your point?)
I'll leave this first post with the introductions. Come join me in my adventure of planning a trip. I doubt it'll all go off without a hitch. After all, I'm the one planning it.
First, I'll introduce the hapless family I am about to drag off into chaos:
My DH. 33 years old. Works on airplanes. Not a very patient person, but loves thrill rides. He'll stand in line for an hour and a half for a roller coaster.
DS8. This guy is my 30wkr. Weighing in at 3lbs2oz, he spent 28 days in Special Care. (That's a step-down nursery from NICU for all you non-preemie parents.) He's in 3rd grade now and suffers from the lingering effects of being a "wimpy, white male" preemie. (Statistically, white males have the worst outcomes of all populations when born prematurely.) He struggles with language arts/reading/writing development. He loves airplanes and rockets and dinosaurs. He's also the sweetest kid you'd ever want to meet and a very caring big brother.
DD7. (Well, she'll be 7 Oct 15.) She was a 33wkr. 3lbs8oz. Spent 21 days in SC. She's in first grade now and is a true drama queen. Every little snag, hitch or worry will ignite a meltdown. Needless to say this one and DH's impatience clash frequently. She cried for a week before starting K5 because she didn't know how to do homework. Yeah.
DS5. He'll be 6 in Jan. He was 34w2d and weighed 4lb12oz. He only stayed 12 days.
He started K5 this year. Bless that teacher's heart. I'm gonna owe her a dozen roses at the end of the year. He's all boy. And big. Not fat. Just big. He outweighs his sister and is only about an inch shorter, even though he's 15 months younger. He wants to be a Marine. Semper Fi. Then, of course, there's me. Mom (32), who decided last week, "Let's go to Disney World." I was planning for Mardi Gras, so it wouldn't be boiling hot, but then I got to reading. And realizing that you just don't "go to Disney World". You plan it. Great. I suck at planning. We're talking final hems in my wedding gown at 3am the morning of the wedding. (Yes, I was late for my wedding. And your point?)
I'll leave this first post with the introductions. Come join me in my adventure of planning a trip. I doubt it'll all go off without a hitch. After all, I'm the one planning it.
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