Why is it so much work to go on vacation? I get tired just thinking about everything that still needs to get done just so I can cram into a hot, stinky (I have ALL boys) car and spend the next seven days pacifying, entertaining and even threatening the kids into getting along. It's not so different from the road trips of my youth. We had a green station wagon, I think we called it "The Jolly Green Giant". Seat belts were optional, and we spent most of the trip flipping back and forth between seats. Pit stops were always minimal. Mom dutifully doled out boiled eggs, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and the fruit of the day. We played a lot of car games like "I Spy" and "State Plates". CB's were big back then and we loved to strike up conversations with anyone willing. My 'handle' was Chatterbox. Need I say more?
I imagine that my mom worked every bit as hard to get us out the door, harder given the fact that we ate our meals in the car and camped along the way. Things are looking pretty blurry right now, but I plan to come back with a thousand new family memories (most of them happy) that we'll be talking about for years to come!