Tomorrow morning we are heading south for a week to visit relatives who live on a beautiful island in the southeast. While I'm looking forward to a week off, I'm not looking forward to the 10-12 hour drive it will take to get there. I'm also not looking forward to parading my 7 months pregnant body at the beach, pool, restaurants, generally anywhere in public. Ugh.
I've taken today off work to get ready for the trip -but it's now almost 1 p.m. and I haven't done a darn thing. Well, nothing in a packing sense. I've been running around all morning. Diva finished school yesterday, so she is home with me for the day. I made the offer to Daredevil that he could stay home too, but he opted to go to his preschool since they were having "Circus Day" today. And I had an OB appt at 8am. Had to take them both with me, always fun to have to pee in a cup in front of your 5 and 8 year old. They thought it was hilarious.
All went well there, then we dropped Daredevil off at his school, got Diva's hair cut, went shopping for summer footwear (always essential before the season's first trip to the beach) came home and ate lunch. Now I guess I have no choice but to start packing and doing the 1,000,000 other things I need to do (stop papers, clean out fridge, clean up house, put away laundry, replace foglight on car, etc.) Pathetic that I have to burn a vacation day to get READY to go on vacation! Wish me luck that I'll survive the marathon drive and maybe be able to relax a little bit. :)