on a jet plane

So. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the big trip.


Disney, people. DISNEY.


It also means that my non-flying husband is hopping himself up on Xanax while I take on flying with a toddler and a passed out hubby. How much am I looking forward to this? Oh, let me count the ways.....

...or not. That would be kinda boring, don't ya think?

Any last minute advice would be awesome. I have snacks. I have new toys. I have window gel kling things that Eddie can put on and take off the window. I have more snacks. I have new books. I have hopes that he will fall asleep. I know that I am not going to take him out of his carseat, because once I let him run a bit I know that a tantrum will come when I try to put him back in.

I also know that I can't know everything, I can't plan everything, and that at some point I am going to have to let all of the planning fly out the window. I have high hopes that once we get there, the Disney magic will take me over and force me to relax.


Either that or the combo of screaming child + blisters + lines will make me go bat shit crazy and steal Hubby's Xanax.