It's better at the beach

The plan is to get up at 4:30am and be on the road by 5. We're headed to Myrtle Beach. Our first true family vacation to a destination other than family (no offense, family. But you know what I mean.) The kids have been telling everyone they know, and even a few they don't, for several weeks that we are going to Myrtle Beach. Mind you, they have no idea what they are talking about. But they are excited. Bonkers, in fact. And so am I. Steve keeps telling me to adjust my expectations. Honestly, I'm not sure they can be adjusted. I just love the ocean. I love being anywhere that I don't have to worry about dusting or vacuuming. I've packed so much dang stuff that we ought to just go ahead and move to Myrtle Beach. We are staying right on the beach. Sand, surf and 50,000 other spring breakers from Ohio are just what we need to relax after the year we've had. Now all we have to do is make it through the 11 hour van ride without us killing each other. We really are THAT family. Wish us luck!