Will we still be speaking?
We don't generally travel well as a family. Chantal and I are not usually speaking by time we reach our destination, while the children are usually trembling in fear. We figured this trip would be no different, so we apologized to each other and had a group hug to start the day. The good thing about a 4 o'clock flight is that we were not in a panic to get going, which is usually part of our downfall. We were also leaving from Ottawa, another bonus not have to drive for hours to the airport.
We packed, cleaned, dropped the dog off and still had time to spare. By time we left the house t 12:30, Chantal and I were pinching each other to see if it was really that smooth going. We only had to go back to the house once for something forgotten. We were at the airport a full 2 and a half hours before boarding time. It was all going too well. Unfortunately, there's no eventual bad turn to report. Our flight left 30 minutes late, but made up most of it in the air. Chantal suffered for the last 30 minutes with earaches. She still feels all blocked up. The car ride in The Cube to the house was a little harrowing as we ignored directions from the rental desk and followed the road signs while we waited for the GPS to kick in. We arrived safe and sound at the house in Kissimmee 30 minutes later and we only had to tell the children to "shut up" 15 times so "we can hear the lady tell us when to turn."
We opened some more presents on arrival, put the kids to bed after much protesting. Then the boys played pool in the Games Room, aka the garage, before bed. I still suck at pool. I sunk the 8-ball three times when I wasn't allowed to. Let the adventures begin!