We leave tomorrow on our “working vacation”. I’m nowhere near ready. Can you tell I’m not looking forward to it? Hubby said much the same thing last night as we sat in the living room, not packing.

It wouldn’t be so bad, but the kids will be along, and there is nothing worse than driving long hours AND working with 2 grumpy kids in the back voicing their opinions. Constantly. Wee One is so excited to be going on vacation – right now she’s dancing and singing, and gathering armfuls of toys and books to bring along for the ride. The Teen knows better – she’s still in bed as I write this, and I’ll probably have to tip her out of it in a couple hours to get some help with packing and preparation. Boy, that’ll be fun. Not.

In an effort to minimize the complaints on the longer days, we plan to ditch them drop them off at a mall in the larger cities that I have to be in, but the smaller townships and whatnot will mean carting them with us.

Then there’s the whole “seeing the inlaws” bit, and you already know how I feel about that. Even Hubby isn’t looking forward to it, and I don’t think it’s because I’m overly transparent about how I feel about his sarcastic, obnoxious sister, either. Oh, was that out loud? Sorry.

Anyway. This is obviously not getting it done, so…