Captiva Island, here we come!
So, wow, thanks again for all the smart musings yesterday on having a third child. Lots to think about during vacation, which starts Wednesday. The plane ride to Florida will probably make me regret ever having kids in the first place. I'll be blogging from there, and I also have some exciting guest posters lined up, including Brad Pitt, Hillary Clinton and Mother Teresa, speaking for the first time from the great beyond.
I am in that frenzied stage right before you go away when there are a bazillion things to do and more just seem to crop up every minute. Like, at 7 a.m., we are refinancing our mortgage (check out those rates, people)! I am making them come to the house so we can sign papers here, don't ask me how I bullied them into that, but I did.
I still have all those little-but-crucial things to pack, from Max's seizure medication to the DVD recharger plugs. Now, this is not a blog where you will find household/domestic tips (if you ever do see how-tos for cooking or housecleaning, call the police immediately, because it means someone has kidnapped me and taken over my blog). But I am pretty proud of myself for this packing idea I had a few years ago: When I put away the kids' summer stuff, I shove it into a suitcase so we're good to go if we head someplace warm in the winter. Take that, Real Simple.
