The energy requirement necessary to get four kids from point A to point B is astounding. In fact, I dare say that the energy requirement necessary to get four kids from point A to the car parked in front of point A, probably keeps me home more often that I’d like to admit.
I know that I make it harder on myself. I am not a planner. I admire those who can come up with an idea days in advance, gather all of the materials needed, and see their vision seamlessly executed from beginning to end. I don’t work that way. I do things based on how I feel, and, more importantly, whether or not I have the energy or desire to pack for, plan for, and herd a small group of humans to and from a place for their entertainment, only to have to listen to steady hum of their complaints, bickering, and dissatisfaction throughout the day. 
Today, however, was one of the days that I felt up to the task. At 8 am, I sat sipping my lukewarm coffee, searching google for any inspiration for kid friendly activities. I typed in ‘small trains near me’ and found that there was a park an hour away which had a small train, a splash ground, and a carousel (score)!! All three kids (the fourth is at the beach) were excited and eager to go. My enthusiasm wavered slightly as I realized that everyone was still in their pajamas and I still hadn’t had breakfast, but I straightened my shoulders, took a deep breath, and got to it. 

Toddlers dressed – check

Change of clothes for toddlers – check

Bathing suits for all three – nope, my 9-year-old has taken a turn, he no longer wants to go. 

Bathing suits for twins – check

I realize that I should bring something to eat. Sandwiches would be perfect, sandwiches with chips and some fruit. Why don’t I have bread? No bread, no sandwiches, (I really need to plan better). No matter, I have crackers and cheese! Crackers, cheese, grapes, raisins, waters, not too bad, this is going to happen! Bags packed and ready to go. Time to head from point A to car parked in front of point A. I ask my 9-year-old to help guide the twins to the car. They are less impulsive than they used to be, and I generally can go out without the fear that they will both bolt, in opposite directions, leaving me panicked and having to choose which toddler to chase, but it is still nice to have an extra set of hands and eyes on them. We load up the car, get our seat belts on, my 9-year-old still complaining about having to go, (two out of three is good), and start off. Nope, I can’t find my car charger. I turn off the car, run back inside and quickly look for it. Found it! Yes! Back to car, and off!