(At which I won't see him from dusk until dawn while he's
So the boyz are staying with the in-laws Friday night, and my parents are arriving in town on Saturday from NY to take over the reins until mid-Wednesday. At which point my Sis will cover until we arrive home to the Trenches, LATE Wednesday night.
I'm excited, for sure. But I think I'll be much more relaxed ONCE WE GET THERE. Because now? All the little details are crowding my mind and making me a bit (more) cuh-razy:
Drop-offs, pickups, snacks, lunches, naptimes, bedtimes, homework, book bags, lunchboxes, clothes, laundry, clean sheets, insurance cards, flight schedules, important phone numbers, groceries, meals, the daily routine...Gah!
But seriously? Does it really matter if Middle has the "wrong" snack? Will the world come to an end if the boyz don't take their fluoride pills?
(Nevermind the fact that Middle has had a nagging nighttime cough and Baby seems to have regressed in the whole COMPLETELY POTTY-TRAINED arena...)
(And how exactly does one pack for 90 degree days and 50 degree nights without making one's Hubby think she's
Ok, I'll shut up now. Because I know you're thinking, "SHUT UP. I would KILL to get away, you lucky bee-yotch."
And I am. Lucky. I know.
(And also a bitch, sometimes. And also shutting up. Bye!)