Well, we made it.
Eighteen hundred miles, six piles of laundry, five states and one muddy (yet, miraculously, odor-free!) car later, I am exhausted.
I'm too exhausted to post all the cute photos of the good times we had. Just trust me, we had good times and we looked really cute having them, ok?
My philosophy on vacations is this: Family trips are a lot of fun to plan and a lot of fun to remember. If they happen to be fun as they actually occur, it's just a delightful surprise.
This whole solo-experience was really good for me. I mean, I got married the month after I turned 20. I moved from a loving childhood home to BYU-approved housing then straight into the arms of a loving husband.
I've never really been the one to fill the tank or haul the suitcases or carry the cash. I have always been taken care of and, usually, I like it that way.
But now that I have driven half-way across the country without losing a child at a gas station or blowing a tire on the interstate, I feel a huge sense of mompowerment!
(And for those of you keeping track of my License Plate Bingo scorecard, I did manage to spot plates from each and every state in the Continental US--plus several Canadian provinces--all but South Dakota. And does anyone really even live in South Dakota? I don't think so.)
Today I-70. Tomorrow the world.