In one week I will be packing for Orlando. My family will drop me off at a hotel so I can catch my plane the following morning at the crack of dawn.
I will not return until the FOLLOWING TUESDAY!
Uh huh. That just doesn't seem real. Six nights away. I have not done anything remotely close to that in five years.
Of course, I am also hitting panic mode. There are plenty of little things to fret over (because I am one to "fret" and actually use the word "fret" *cough*), like making sure my kids have done their laundry and have clean underwear for the days they visit Grandma. But then there are the bigger things. The REALLY important things. Like:
- There will be a pool at our house. Don't forget to shave, don't forget to shave, don't forget to shave, don't forget to shave.
- I'm running in the
- There is always such a balance between enjoying a beverage on the plane and not having to go to the bathroom 40 times. Can't have my cake and eat it, too.
- A lot of these gals have seen pics of my face and actually get to watch videos of me. They know my voice and my quirks. Lucky skunks. I need name tags. Or could all of you just send me a video of yourself sometime in the next week? That would be great. Thanks.
- What am I gonna' forget? I always forget something. Let's start placing bets now.
One week. One week. One week. One week!
(photo by someone who was smart enough to not jump into the pool which had mistakenly not been heated)