Even with the rain from Ike. Bastard.
What is it about getting ready for vacation that makes you need a fricking vacation even more than you did to start with!?!? It’s exhausting… The lists (I’m a total list maker… A daily list maker. No kidding. Must.Have.Lists.), the shopping for miscellaneous b.s., cleaning the house, the packing of the bags, the re-cleaning of the house after the ransacking and the rummaging for the packing of the bags, the packing of the car, the double-checking of everything… It’s exhausting. And taking kids out of town, whether it’s for one night or a month, you have to pack the same amount of crap… A lot.
The Gs are going with us and Dr. G and Sophie are headed down tomorrow a.m. with the kids and me… The Mister and Mr. G are coming later in the evening. We’ll be on our own til they get there. Oh shit… Let me go double check my list for Benadryl… And movies. Lots of movies. We better pack some booze for our immediate consumption upon arrival, too…. Lots of booze.
The Mister better be planning on leaving work early… And speeding.
ETA: Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again… Ouch.