In the home stretch

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the time has almost come. We are packing, sorting, prepping, and otherwise tearing our hair out with final details. (Q is literally losing some hair right at this moment, as Lynette took her to get a haircut and pick up my meds from Kaiser.)

I have an insane desire to curl up on the sofa and watch Glee. Last night around midnight, I got so overwhelmed that I broke out a box of Girl Scout lemon cookies and began wolfing them down. Please note: I am not currently eating wheat, so this was a bit of a break with all my best intentions.

David is very short-tempered and is in desperate need of peace and quiet. Before all the girls went home this morning, the played some zombie game which involved piling blankets on people, then jumping on them. The people under the blankets are supposed to fight off the others, apparently. At one point, Quinland started screeching, “You guys almost broke my ankle that time!” which made David completely lose his patience, so we agreed he should go in to school to finish up paperwork and I would deal with getting the girls cleaned up and ready to go.

I, of course, was not cleaned up, so I got to greet and say good-bye to all my parent friends in my pajamas. I am sure I was a very attractive gal. There was pretty much nothing I could do about it at that point.

For now, it is back to the list and the packing. Today and Tomorrow – that’s all we have left.


Daily Check-In:

  • I’m grateful! to my work colleagues (and David’s) for giving us a happy send-off. My co-workers were debating who was going to miss me the most; I am just happy that I will be missed.
  • I’m lighter! by many huge piles of laundry. Every single item of clothing except the clothes on our backs is now clean. Not dry yet, mind you, but clean.

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