I find myself with my usual overflowing list of projects and to-dos, only this week, I'm burdened with another problem. This:
We're leaving this Friday, and part of me is already there. Sadly, that part is the part responsible for thinking and planning and communicating with others--in other words, my brain.
I can't wait to be there, to soak up every ray of sunshine and laugh every laugh and lament when it's all over too quickly (because it always is).
But first, I need to do laundry. Why is it that every vacation I take now as an adult (parent?) involves so much freaking laundry? I do laundry in preparation for the vacation, laundry during vacation, and then mounds and mounds of laundry when we get home. Guess it's a good thing that laundry is a fairly mindless task, since my brain is long gone!