I’m the parent who gets to go, always. My husband works insane hours, so that means that when one of the children (usually Ella) has a trip, it’s me who gets to go. San Antonio, Los Angeles, Nashville, Louisville, Atlanta, St Louis, etc.; he stays home while I hop on a plan or take an epic road trip across the country with our child(ren). This summer it’s going to be differentPlease visit Backwards in High Heels to read the full post.