In which I write a blog post about nothing instead of exercising

 Okay, here's what's happening:

We're leaving our house at 5:30. We won't get the kids up until the last possible second, and we'll put them, pajamas and all, in the car. I hear you about dressing them the night before, but I'd rather wash and dress them at the airport. We'll have a few minutes to kill and with Grandma available this shouldn't be difficult. I'll put the pajamas in the carry on bag which I was planning to do anyway.

Then we'll head to the airport parking lot, which isn't an official airport parking lot, which means it's a five or ten minute drive from the airport and we don't have enough time for 1) Phillip to drop me off, go back to the parking lot, take the shuttle back or 2) Phillip to get lost because THAT IS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. He needs me. My nose is so big because it has a bit of iron in the tip which makes me a Human Compass.

Besides. The grandparents decided to meet us at the parking lot instead of the check in counter and you guys, it seems like anything is possible when Grandma is around.

The kids stayed the night with said grandparents last night which means I have most of the day to get ready. So of course I bound out of bed, heart racing, at six thirty. That's just the way I am. It'd be more helpful if I were, say, doing a load of laundry instead of blogging, but that is ALSO the way I am. I have priorities.

Speaking of priorities, I'm trying to decide if I can squeeze a pedicure into my day. I can, if I maybe squeeze out "cleaning our bathroom". But then I hear this little voice in my head shrieking, "You want to PAY someone to PAINT YOUR TOENAILS which no one is going to notice except for YOU?!?!" Should I silence that voice and waltz into the nearest Pretty Nails or is a clean bathroom more important? OH THE DILEMMA.

I still have to pack. For everyone. And shoot, Phillip hasn't even picked out clothes (I will pick out my children's clothes but Phillip is a big boy.) The kitchen is a mess. I have laundry. I have to go to the bank and Toys R Us and the post office. And before all of that I have to drive my husband to the Office Of Taking All Our Money on campus so he can pay his first tuition bill (and also sign some papers for financial aid). This gives me a teensy weensy stomachache.

Aaaand I just wrote three giant paragraphs on a blog post I read yesterday. A blog post I wouldn't link to because I was Indignant and Critical and I didn't want there to be, you know, proof or anything that I was indignant and critical. Which is not the right way to go about things, so: DELETE! The general gist of my three paragraphs were: Why are many Christians so afraid of and/or unwilling to engage with The World? Now THERE'S a blog post, eh? Go ahead and steal it, because my brain is only running on hamster fumes at the moment.

AND NOW I AM GOING TO PACK SO HELP ME GOD.

Comments

[Christina]

Ok, ignore my advice on the last post, since you have this all figured out and have Awesome Grandparents. (I don't think either my mom or my MIL would be all that helpful at the airport. But then I'm a control freak, so maybe it's me?)

[Jess]

I say pedicure is more important then clean bathroom. For real!

[Elsha]

I agree, pretty toes are more important than a clean bathroom. Plus the pedicure will probably last longer than a clean bathroom will. Good luck with the packing!

[Kate]

I definitely vote for the pedicure!

[janey]

You can't see your clean bathroom from Vegas, but you can see your tows. You'll have the rest of your life to clean bathrooms, but only a handful of fabulous all family vacations. A pedicure seams way more important.

[Jenn]

Apparently I am the lone dissenter on the pedicure issue, because I thought "She has all that to do and she's worrying about her TOES?" Of course, I am all about not paying for things that I can do myself plus I hatehatehate people touching my feet.

[Liz]

BOO to eating my comment! It sounded something like this:

it's nice to come home to a clean bathroom. And your own bed with clean sheets. No fun to come home to a dirty house.

Also? Good luck with packing/traveling etc. We'll be thinking of you and praying for a safe trip and have tons of fun because I'm planning a vicarious vacation myself. xoxo

[Veronica]

I would love to hear YOUR take on why some Christians are afraid/unwilling to engage with The World because, if I (not a Christian) wrote that, it would not be okay, but if a Christian wrote it ... :)

Seriously, I would be very interested. I am astonished on a daily basis at the different "types" of Christians (or even Catholics for that matter [I was raised Catholic! :)]) and the things they do and say, only to claim it is because of their Christianity! *sigh*

Would love to hear your thoughts. Love your writing. When is the novel coming??

[Christiana]

Toes. Definitely.

Also interested in hearing your opinion on why some Christians are unwilling to engage w/ the World.

What am I going to do w/o your daily posts while you're gone?

[annie]

Pedicure. OBV.

Clearly you and I are alike in the "get everything done even things that don't really need to be done before you leave on vacation because it's lovely to come home to a clean home and only have to do the laundry that you brought with you" department. Good for you on that! But still. PEDICURE.