So I’ve been in the hustle of getting read for vacation this week! While its should feel like:
I’m more in a panic because I have had so much to do! I figured I would be able to get the kids packed and all ready to go. Instead, all I’ve dealt with is tattling, fighting, whining, and well just anxiousness to go away! My thoughts have been this every time I’m confronted
Between packing the kids, getting the dogs ready for boarding, cleaning, organizing, realizing clothes don’t fit, paying bills, and MORE I’m fried.
No, there is no nap. I’m drowned out with socks
Then I feel like I finally have it together. My Mother-in-law calls and asks if she can have the kids for the afternoon.
I felt home free!
Then Eli calls, “Hey, you’re packing my stuff too right?”