I know I’m not the only one who things it’s a pain getting ready for vacation. I’m sitting in what I feel to be a war zone. Three days ago it was my living room.
But I need a staging area.
It’s driving me crazy.
The biggest issue is, for me it’s a staging area, so I’m bring things that we need to take with us and leaving it here. For others, mostly those under the age of 18, that means it’s now a junk hole and lots of things are left here.
::sigh::
I just keep trying to tell myself that in two more wake ups I’ll be on my way to the beach.
But there were so many things to do to get ready to go. I’ve questioned whether or not it was even worth it all week.
Is it?
I mean really?
I hope so. Because I REALLY need a vacation. The hubs REALLY needs a vacation. And this is the biggest family vacation we’ve ever taken. Normally, we just go to the lake house for the week… which is great! We all love it. But this is the beach.
It’s a big deal for us.
The “thing” shirts are done for the family picture. Thing 2 and her friend are packed.. (shocker? yes. But only because they left for cheer camp yesterday so they had to be packed before they left.)
The laundry is all done. (Ok, so there is some that have to be folded.)
The sheets are gathered. The food that we’re taking is gathered. If I have time, I’ll make a batch of spaghetti sauce here so that I don’t have to fiddle with it there.
We’ve trained a friend to fill in as zookeeper while we’re gone taking care of the chickens, hermit crab, fish and birds. Rhoda will go to a friend’s tomorrow.
I’ve cleaned out the cars, created “car bags” for the kids with activities and the like to keep them entertained.
Yes. I’ve stopped to breathe.
It’s going to be great.
It’s going to be great.
It’s going to be great.
But the best part? I’ve already told the hubs that I plan on writing next week. Perhaps that is what I’m most looking forward to.
Well, that and seeing my hubs in his swim trunks. 
Until next time…
