Everything about this trip is royal.
There are a lot of choice phrases for what's going on in my family right now, but let's just call it drama of royal proportions.
And leave it at that.
Otherwise this whole chapter would be all about why I'm a black sheep, yadda yadda, blah blah, and I don't have my priorities in order. For footnotes, see the Lapuette thread. I don't have a link in my siggie, but plenty of my readers do.
So we're four days out and I'm royally unprepared.
I still need to get to
Walmart, pull the larger suitcase from the storage unit, get packed, and somehow manage to appease the family grumblings.
All while getting over this flu / cold / whatever it is now. Scratchy throat, headache, and icky feelings in general.
Such is life. Not always pretty. Far from perfect. But hopefully good.
That's all I can ask for at this point.
The strength and fortitude to have courage at the mast. To carry on, to muddle through, and to make sure that HRH has the best weekend ever. That's what keeps me going right now. My little peanut. The thought of him seeing the lights, the castle, the look of awe.
It's that thought that keeps me sane.
That thought that keeps me moving one foot in front of the other when I'd like nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep.
At this point, it'll be a relief to go to work. At least then I'll have an excuse for being so unhelpful.
Ah well.
In four days I'll be in Disney.
In four days I'll be in Disney.
In four days I can kidnap Jack Sparrow.
Heh heh.
