I am sick.
I an experiencing the common cold. But I assure you it is uncommonly miserable.
At the risk of sounding like a big baby...I cant sleep, I can't breathe, I can't taste, my nose is red and hurty, I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I want my husband to be home to take care of our children.
I've been resisting the temptation of Nyquil because I worry that I won't hear the kids if they need me, but the thought of a decent night's sleep might be winning out tonight.
Sorry. I'll pull it together now.
I started packing in earnest today and I'm a wee bit overwhelmed with the sheer amount of stuff a trip of this magnitude requires.
If you see me wearing the same things over and over for the next couple months-- I'm considering a less is more mentality in my personal packing.
I've also decided to skip Christmas cards this year. Christmas cards are a big thing among military families, because the annual card and letter is a fun way to keep up with a very mobile crowd. Now that Facebook is around, it's easier to keep tabs on people, but I still like sending out cards and an update.
This year it feels like one more task to accomplish, so I've pulled the plug on it.
It struck me as I was searching for boots and snow pants, hats and mittens, that I'm just a little crazy to be leaving a gorgeous North Carolina fall for a winter-in-progress in Michigan.
The kids played out back for a while today in flip flops and no jackets.
Alright, back to packing. And probably some Nyquil.