Our big trip begins bright and early tomorrow morning. Mapquest says that it should take 16 hours to drive from here to my parents' house in Tennessee. Then, of course, you have to add a couple more for the twin and toddler allowance. Then maybe a little more time for the girl who never has to go to the bathroom when it's convenient.
I would prefer not to have to leave on Ash Wednesday. I told my husband -- my husband the Quaker who grew up in a not-really-anything-except-decidedly-Protestant household -- that we would have no cookies in the van tomorrow. He got this deer in the headlights look. "No cookies?? But what will we eat?"
Me: "Technically, we're not supposed to eat anything. We're supposed to fast."
Him: "Until sundown? Not eat anything all day?"
Me: "Technically. But now you're allowed two small meals. So I guess it's not really a true fast. And if you're under 14 you're exempt."
Him: "And if you're not Catholic."
Me: "Yeah, well..."
Him: "So that means I get to eat whatever I want, right?"
I'll be looking for that secret cookie stash in the van tomorrow morning.