The Incorrigible Night Owl

Well, not really, but my bananas have been tallied so it’s time for me to skedaddle, nonetheless.
We’re off to see the Wizard tomorrow. Our Yellow Brick Road takes us south on 101 then to the 405 and LAX. (3.5 hours if there’s no traffic, so, in other words, on those days when hell is frozen over.) We will be rolling out of here no later than 8:30 a.m. The car is gassed and I’m going to dash out before bed and get cash from the ATM so we don’t need to stop for anything on the way out of town. I am crossing my fingers that we’ll make it at least halfway before the first potty break but that’s equally likely to happen as not.
On the plus side, once we get to the airport it is pretty straightforward. We have one, 2.5-hour flight and then we’re in Dallas, to be picked up by Robert — who will drive the 2.5 hours home. The kids will sleep most of the way and dh and I will have a chance to chitchat so it should be pretty painless. (And a side note — now that Robert has his breathing machine and gets an actual good night’s sleep every night, I won’t be fretting all the way home about whether he’s dozing off at the wheel or not!)
So, there we go. I’m not exactly thrilled about going home, but it has to be done, I guess.
Think of us tomorrow!