Patrick left to take the youth to church camp this morning so Andrew and I are on our own until Friday evening. Andrew was not happy about his Daddy leaving for the week. He told me he was going to cry every night. Super . . . I've promised him we'll have lots of fun in hopes of keeping him from having a breakdown, and since it's six bazillion degrees outside with nine thousand percent humidity, I foresee a lot of movie watching and Target shopping. Yep, I'm going to rot my child's brain and help reinforce his shopping addiction.
Having Patrick gone while we're trying to finish the house and get the rest of the stuff packed up is a bit of an inconvenience. Okay, that's a lie. It's a huge pain in the rear. Thank God for cell phones and instant communication. Hopefully, I'll survive this week!
I keep seeing all these tweets and posts about people heading off on vacations. I'm jealous. I love to travel. I love vacations, especially to the mountains in the heat of the summer. But I don't see that happening this year. We just have way too much going on. We do have a condo reserved at the beach for a few nights in July, and we're looking forward to having some quiet time to relax and unwind.
Now I guess I should get up and get moving. This house isn't going to pack itself, but if one of you would like to come pack for me . . .
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