My husband packed up the truck today, by himself, and went camping with "the guys".
None of those guys had better have a vagina. I'm just sayin'.
So I am home, with 5 empty suitcases, bags of winter clothes to sort and wash, and my mind racing.....I have so much to do, and really very little time in which to do it.
I have a lot of work. Which is great, but stressful. That is a whole list in and of itself - I'll get to that in a minute......
I have packing.
I have cleaning.
I need to deal with the bills so that we are all paid up before we leave.
I need to figure out childcare while I work next week.
I need to figure out a ride to the airport.
I have to go to the bank and the pharmacy.
Getting everyone up and out of the house by 7am on Monday.
Max to school, Lucy to nursery school, me to cafe by 7:30.
Breakfast shift at the cafe.
Phone conference to discuss an article and press release I am going to write (hopefully - fingers crossed !)
Babysitting in the afternooon.
Tuesday - Packing.
Column is due.
Wrapping up travel inquiries for clients before I leave.
Working on press release (hopefully).
Wednesday - repeat of Monday morning.
Only I have to go BACK to the cafe for the dinner shift (vacation money is a sweet siren)
Afternoon - packing, cleaning
Thursday - Day Of Departure (or day of reckoning - we shall see)
Last minute packing. Friend coming over with kids to help me keep kids occupied while I run around getting ready to leave.
We have to be at the airport around 2pm.
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