So much to do...and here I sit

Only a few more days until we head off to the Happiest Place on Earth. 

We've done this before, but I'm a little nervous.

I'm facing the idea of the roller coaster with a some trepidation.  It's kinda like having sex for the first time after you have a baby...you know you're gonna have a good time, but those first few moments make you hold your breath. 

Anyway.

I have packing, laundry, and working this weekend to distract me until the final moment.

But nothing will get accomplished if I continue to procrastinate here.

Did I mention I got my hair highlighted? 

That Ben can make his own scrambled eggs (and not watching that, not interferring, is a feat in and of itself).

That Audrey is obsessed with mermaids?  Even before I bought her the "Mermaidia" DVD, she was convinced that should she go swimming, she'd suddenly have a tail.

That I lost my purse two weeks ago?  Sure, it turned up the next day, but for 12 hours or so, I was in agony (in spite of closing all my accounts).  Ugh.  Mr W got all cop on me, and I hate that.  He patted my back at the end of the day, though, and I forgave him.  It's an entry, a testament to my dorkdom, another time perhaps.

That my oldest son quickly approaches my height?  And he almost topples me over with the force of his hugs?  And that he tripped on his own sweatshirt while it was tied around his own waist ?  (Poor child has inherited my lack of grace.)

That I'm stressed about leaving the dogs with my Mom?  She's got her hands full, with my ornery insomniac Nana, and now I'm asking her for this?  What kind of daughter am I?  (It will be okay, but it's Lent, some guilt is required.)

That I wish I wasn't such a coward?

That I'm devouring the books cowritten by Douglas Child and Lincoln Preston?  Total page turners, I dig that...so much so that last night, I busted out a flashlight so I could lay with Audrey and read at the same time. 

That I need to buy a new booklight? 

That I better get a move on, or get busted at the terminal when Mr W calls me for a ride?

That it's Mr W's birthday tomorrow?  I'm making a cake.

That I love my highlights?

That I'm really looking forward to the trip?  :D

My phone just rang.  Heehee, I got busted by Mr W, as I thought I would.  He's not ready for me yet, which is a good thing.

I'm still in my pajamas.