Without much as a clue as to whether or not I would spend the next 7 days by myself or with family at Walt Disney World, I slept quite soundly

the night of July 28, 2008 (Monday).
I would be at my own special happy place the next day, and my excitement and anticipation would not allow the uncertainty of my situation dampen my spirits!
I knew for a fact the boys would not be flying out the same day as I was, because DH said the earliest they might be able to join me (if they would even do so) would be on Wednesday or Thursday. Even so, DH requested me to pack clothes and toiletries for the boys "just in case".
So I filled up half of a suitcase with the boys' clothes, and left that one in the boys' room, with instructions to DH to fill in the remaining space with his clothes (if they did decide to grace me with their presence at WDW).
I myself had a two check-in bag allowance from SWA. I filled one suitcase with all my clothes and shoes. The other suitcase was packed with my toiletries and some of the boys' shoes and park necessities (mainly water mister fans, rain ponchos, extra batteries, travel umbrella, 3 tubes of sunscreen, visors, first aid kit etc.)
My brand new lime green carry-on contained: various chargers (I-phone, cell phone, camera battery charger); disney imagineering field guide books; another travel umbrella and one poncho; one change of park clothes; one set of pj's; and one pair of flip-flops
Here are my bags waiting impatiently for their Disney adventure to begin:
I place blue duct tape on them so we could easily identify them in the midst of all the black suitcases. We do travel quite often, what with DH being an airline employee. Btw, those tape strips have been there since October '07 WDW trip!
I got up at 3:30am the next day, showered, changed and kissed the boys in their sleep. Was I sad to leave them behind? Maybe a little, but I had an open heart and mind, so I approached our situation with the belief that whatever is meant to happen will.
And that consoled me plenty.
My awesome Auntie MJ then arrived to pick me up from my home on Tuesday, July 29 at 4:30 am, so I could get to Houston's Hobby airport on time. Btw, I didn't want DH and the boys to drive me to the airport as it was way too early, and I didn't trust myself driving there in the darkness of the morning. I don't see well at night, and I hardly drive after dark

Three weeks ago, while driving after sunset, I ran over my Uncle's neighbor's mailbox and knocked it down to the ground as I was backing out of their driveway with my newly detailed Tahoe

. My vehicle suffered a little dent and two scratches, my ego was more bruised up than the truck, needless to say. However, I hated the tsk-tsk and head shaking I got from DH when I showed him the damage. I know some of y'all out there can relate.
Anyway, back to my story.
Auntie MJ and I get to Hobby airport and I line up for SWA check-in. And in spite of the fact that I was there a good hour and a half before my fight, there were at least 50 people already in line.
I asked the employee manning the start of the line if I would make my 6:35am flight, and she unconvincingly said, "Oh, I think you'll be on time." I nervously stare at the people in front of me, wishing the line would move faster.....
I notice several people with DME tags attatched to their luggage, and this distracts me from my nervousness. I crane my neck nosily to see what resort these people would be going to, but couldn't make out the teeny letters on their tags.
Soon enough, it is my turn to check-in, and my 2 bags are sent onto the coveyor belt. Bye bags! See ya at OKW!
I half-run/walk through security, and finally arrive at:
I check the monitors to make sure I am at the right place:
Ain't goin' to Vegas this time! (The boys and I spent 4 days in Vegas the month before

)
Took one shot of the plane before boarding:
Got to sit on the first row, window seat. Lots of legroom, and no one seated directly beside me....
Up next:
A monorail ride so soon(?), and a Magical coach ride.
Please stay tuned 