Well, by this time tomorrow I will be just about ready to get off the plane from where I am traveling! We leave before the A** Crack of Dawn to take a very early morning flight. Say prayers that the traveling God's are on our side and everything goes off without a hitch. I'm looking forward to my little trip and am a little anxious about leaving too. I know that things will be fine at home while I'm gone- but I can't help feeling a little apprehensive and guilty all at the same time.
Eldest on the other hand can't wait to see my tail lights leaving the driveway. You see, I can't do anything to her satisfaction. My leaving is a blessing and a curse thrown into one. Blessing because I'm gone and she won't have to "deal with me." (Her words, not mine.) Curse because I'm gone and Dad runs an even tighter ship while Mom's away. Her social life will be severely curtailed this week/end. "Please talk to dad and explain...." (Again- her words. How can you be glad I'm gone and then expect me to do your bidding at the same time?!)
This morning she called me while on her way to school to thank me for ruining her day because she didn't have a lunch. "What?!!" I actually, pulled her lunch out of the fridge, placed it on the table next to her purse, gathered the papers she needed to remember to take to school and wrapped up a cake she was taking in for a friend's birthday. "The dogs got my lunch- thanks a lot!" "I'm sorry, I thought I was actually trying to help you...." Geesh, what was I thinking? I know, I was thinking she's gonna forget this lunch in the fridge because she's running late. I tell ya' the nerve of some mothers!
Au revior, Adios' and farewell...I'll have lots of photos and fun to share when I return.