Friday, February 12, 2010


Okay, this is it. The last post before vacation. Can you handle it? Good. I'll see you in a week.

I am mentally preparing to lose my mind in pre-trip insanity tomorrow. I'm doing all the laundry, tidying up the house, paying bills, answering e-mails and returning phone calls so I can feel reasonably up-to-date by the time I leave. The silver lining of Rob not joining us until next week is that I don't have to get mad at him for letting me do all the work because he has nothing to do tomorrow but be at my beck and call. Need something from the drugstore? Right away, honey! Need the big suitcase down from the rafters? On it! Bikini wax? Consider it done! I've done this trip a dozen times now, so its not that difficult, but you know how it is: you have to pack all your stuff, pack all the electronic stuff and all the chargers, pack all the bathroom stuff, pack the kid up and all her books and toys and junk that she wants to take along. There's a lot to remember, but I have all day tomorrow to remember it.

You know what's funny? I started thinking about what to wear in a warm, balmy climate, and I had no memory of what I wear in the summer time. I had to look in my closet and go, Oh yeah! Wasn't even that long ago, and I can't remember. I am so pushing 40.

I think I'm going to lie down for a while. Leila has a friend over right now, and they are quietly drawing, so now is my chance. These little girls are getting to the age where they want to lock the bathroom door when they have to pee. This is in sharp contrast to them leaving the door wide open, not flushing, barely wiping, and going in there in teams. Eventually, they'll go to the restroom in teams again, but for now they've gotten very modest. This particular little girl has never been to our house before today. She couldn't be more polite if she carried an Emily Post book on the top of her head and absorbed its contents through her barrettes. Our bathroom door doesn't lock (old house=old doorknobs) and its so funny to hear kids try to lock it. Do they really think that I am going to come barging in? Like she didn't just pass me sitting here on her way to the john, and I'm just going to wander in. I guess if you have a little brother or something, locking the door is necessary, but its still funny.

This has been a very lack luster post for my last one before vacation. Sorry. Hopefully after a week on an island, drinking at noon with my parents I'll have some good stuff for you.


1 comment:

Michelle said...

Are you still on vacation?