It's after midnight and I have a million and one things I SHOULD be doing but this is what I WANT to do. To write. To string some words together and hope they make sense. To try to slow down the avalanche of thoughts falling out of my brain.
In less than 36 hours we will load up the Quest and drive thousands of miles to see Big Yankee. It's been 49 days since Peanut screamed "Don't leave Daddy! Don't leave" as we unloaded his bags at the airport. We have been counting down the days for quite some time. Now that it is almost time, it seems a bit surreal.
Between our three house showings (YEAH!!) and 10 zillion errands today, I've been making laundry my bitch and packing like a BOSS. It's times like these you realize none of your children have enough clothing to go a week without doing laundry.
Also, it's hard to find size 5T pants at Target in March. Lucky for me, StinkBug prefers to live in his shorty pajamas and fireman boots. His one request as I packed, "Make sure you pack my Buzz Lightyear underwear to match my pajamas."
If I were a planner, I would have posts scheduled to publish as I journey across our great nation. In order to do that, I would have to complete ANY of the 47 drafts I have started. Since we all know this didn't happen, you can expect sporadic posts at best.