Scream Like A Little Girl

On we go...

So the next couple of days are kind of a blur, cuz being in the car for three days will do that to you. The scenery consisted of never ending tractor trailers and farmland. Raisins. I think I saw a sign about raisins. Lots of grapes. Orange groves. I might of dreamt miles and miles of sunflowers too. I drove a lot. Hubby was glued to his laptop and blackberry for most of the trip down. Work never ends. It's so much better to drive when you're on road trips. I hate sitting in the passenger seat for too long. It gets very uncomfortable after a while. I get all achey and stretchy (must you know everything?) and b.o.r.e.d. Plus it's like total car coma. I try reading, but that usually goes one of two ways...car sickEDness or sleep. Plus when you're co-piloting in the passenger seat, you are responsible for all that goes on in the back seat--aka, the kiddos. The refereeing never ends. Someone dropped their crayon for the umpteenth time, they need a drink. More gum. They want their pillow (jammed under the suitcase in the very, very back), their blanket, "Where's Little Mermaid!". Gum. Close the cooler. "Momma, Little Mermaid rolled under your seat!...I need her!!" You're changing kid Cd's left and right. You know how it goes. So driving was relief. It kept my mind alert and the blood flowing. And I didn't have to search for Little Mermaid.

In CHIco, we did break down and get the girls their OWN teeny bopper magazines. I know. You're totally disappointed in us, aren't you? But do teens even read these things anyway? I don't think so. I've seen MTV lately...they are SO not reading teen magazines. So we did it and the girls were in Jonas Brothers/Hannah Montana/Camp Rock/High School Musical Heeeaven. That kept them busy for a good chunk of the trip. And me too. Not gonna lie...I checked them out too...being a good Momma (know what's going on in my kiddos life) and all. Plus that Zac Efron is such a cutie! But yeah, hubby and I commented more than once that we can't believe we caved. It was worth it though. I recommend it. I'm here to corrupt.

What sticks with me too on this trip, is a lot of Jamba Juice, Baja Fresh and Rest Areas...maybe in that order. Yeah, we had a lot of Jamba Juice. So good. It's my new favorite. It's replaced my Vanilla Lattes. We would literally map out the nearest one. Hey, it's healthy. That's like a meal! And Baja Fresh is just good. Now the bathrooms. As much as I hate rest areas (I always come armed with Clorox wipes and anti-bacterial--do not touch anything! And take your flip flops off when we get back in the car! Before we get back into the car!), I like them about 100x better than gas station bathrooms. I'm just saying. If you can choose a rest area over a gas station bathroom--do it. And that's all that needs to be said about the bathrooms. They are just like very important when you're in the car 24/7, drinking the mambo jumbo Jamba Juice thingies.

So we're almost there...we've almost reached our destination. We've stopped in Modesto for Baja Fresh, spent the night in Fresno (Sequoia Brewery for pizza and cold drinks...yes, hubby was in charge of the meal planning portion of our trip). And we finally made it to Anaheim! Right smack into Traffic. The mecca of traffic. Wow. I thought Washington D.C. was bad (and it is). We went three days without traffic. Okay, without stopping in traffic. Without congestion. Once we reached L.A., time stood still, in a smoggy haze. We crept. It took us an hour to go like two miles. I swear. We could see our exit for like an hour. And it was just L.A. Everywhere else we went on the trip (before and after L.A.), we never came across any traffic like that. Time just stops. Let that be a lesson to you L.A. Learn from it.

So moving on...once we finally moved on, we made it to our hotel. Hallelujah! Right smack across the street from Disneyland! Bliss, I tell you, bliss. Walking distance. We could see the Matterhorn from our room! We thought the girls were sleeping, but they were just speechless (a very rare occurrence). Then it all sunk in and there was joyful screaming and jumping up and down and high fives everywhere! Then the girls saw what hubby and I were doing...our victory dance, our Mickey Mouse is right there dance, and joined in. Cuz this is what you do when you see Disneyland! This is allowed. You must scream like a little girl when you are in proximity to Disneyland. It's like giving birth. You instantly forget the pain. You forget the fact that you were just in a car for three days straight. All you see is the outcome. What you were waiting for all along. Disneyland.