Anyone look at a calendar lately?
I caught site of one the other day, and it has thrown me into a PANIC.
Only two weeks till hubby is back and we have to move. TWO WEEKS!!!!
And no, I can't just wait till he's back and make him do it. We're loading the truck THE VERY NEXT DAY!
"Make a plan," my little Virgo Voice told me, all cool and calm and collected. "Everything will be fine if you just have a plan!"
And so I did. Miss Priss would go to sitter's Thursday and Friday this week, and I would focus on packing.
See, this is so serious, I'm not even doing the "focus on my blogging packing" line like I would usually do.
There is no time for funny, folks! We have WORK to do!!!
Ah, but the best-laid plans are just waiting to have a little wrench thrown in.
She's an awfully cute little wrench, though, isn't she? Poor lil thing has a cold. She had a pretty good fever going yesterday, but today is much better. Unfortunately, she's still hot, so I can't subject her germies to other kids. (Although, the little brats were probably the ones that gave it to her, but I'm not bitter.)
I can tell she's doing better, as evidenced by these....
her "'parkly shoes" that she recently received as a gift from friends.
She's been wearing them around the house every day since she got them (they're a wee bit big for outside), but not yesterday. Too sick and hot and tired and snot-filled to think about her fave footwear.
"But the plan. THE PLAN!!" Virgo Voice shrieked.
"Revise the plan," suggested Rational Voice. "And Virgo, you need a rum and coke."
New plan goes as follows:
- Pack during naptime. Maybe get two boxes done.
- Hopefully dump kid at sitter's tomorrow.
- Keep fingers crossed that there's no fever, so dumping can be done.
- Pack, pack, pack, pack...all day Friday.
- Reevaluate on Monday. If need-be, kid can LIVE at sitter's all next week.
- Deep breaths....
I think we'll be OK. There will be a lot of positive thoughts going on.
And cookie dough. Lots and lots of cookie dough.
