It’s only fitting for me to feel like I am getting a cold just before leaving vacation, right? Because what would a vacation be if I didn’t have a sinus infection or vomit and poop while I’m there. I’m mean, if that didn’t happen, how boring!
And yes, I am feeling like I am getting a cold, which is such great news I can hardly contain myself. It doesn’t help that three nights ago I slept for 2 hours and then last night I laid in bed thinking about everything I had to do for our seventy hour road trip, so like an idiot, I laid there awake until 2:30 in the morning. Then the FedEx rang my doorbell at 8:00 a.m.
Poor guy, I almost shoved the five boxes he delivered us his………
So, now I’m tired and sick and TOTALLY stressing about this trip. For whatever reason, I hadn’t really thought too much about preparing for this vacation. For one, I was too busy with work and two, we have vacationed before, so I guess I thought this was the same, no big deal. Except it’s not. Our last trip, we flew, this trip, we are driving. Our last trip, we stayed for four nights. This trip, we are gone for 10 nights. Our last trip, I weighed less and looked okay in a bathing suit. This trip…well, don’t ask. I said don’t ask.
To say I have been a frantic, stressing lunatic would be a little bit of an understatement. There is too much to do to before we leave. Yesterday, I created a "to do" list on Microsoft word, I printed it out and taped it to my refrigerator. Let’s just say it was long. Let’s just say there are items still not crossed out.
However, I did manage to slip away for a pedicure while my car was being tuned up. While that was very nice and relaxing n’ all, I realized I have became a toenail snob with my very own toenails. Which is pretty funny considering I had my first pedicure just last August. And now, God forbid my toenails grow and the new part is not painted. the horror. It’s just a summer thing, I’m sure. Luckily, I have a husband who is very understanding.
Let’s just see how understanding he’ll be when I ask him to fold the pile of laundry sitting in the dryer.






























