Me, the planner. I love to have a plan but I don’t care if we stick to it.
My DH, Mike, who just wants to be told where to be and when to be there.
My DS, Nathan (12), loves Disney as much as I do.
I wasn’t stressed about this trip at all. It’s our tenth trip in seven or eight years so we know what we want and need to pack. I wasn’t going to over pack, 12 outfits for everyone (or as many I could pull together), two pairs of good tennis shoes, pool flip flops for everyone, and a couple of flip flops for me. Throw in a box of Pop Tarts and two pool noodles and we’re set. Okay, it’s not that simple but close. We had a carry on with the important things and a change of clothes and three checked bags that weren’t stuffed full.
We booked a flight leaving early Thursday morning. Our plan was to pack Tuesday so we were just wrapping things up Wednesday morning and cleaning up the house before heading out for the Marriott at the airport Wednesday afternoon. Plenty of time, no stress—right? Wrong!