I'm sitting on my bed, surrounded by my husband's packing mess, trying not to think about waking up at four in the morning and getting on an airplane. I hate both of those things. A lot.
To relieve the airplane jitters I am thinking about sending Phillip out for an emergency apple fritter. It turns out that I not only want to eat Actual Apples, I need my junk food to taste like apples too.
My appointment this morning was a Grand Success. One little blob, measuring ahead. One fantabulous doctor who blew off the mean nurse and hugged me when she left.
I have no idea when the kids are going to go to bed. Which is a bummer because I? Could go to bed right now.
I'll have something up at Parenting later this week, but other than that I'm outta here. Dear Southern California: I will require all of your sunshine.