Good evening, my people.
It's been an unbelievably hectic couple of days for a lot of reasons. On the family forefront, may I announce that Grandpa is doing very well, and will be moved to the rehabilitation facility shortly. I'm very, very happy that his health is improving so quickly.
I've been under the weather again, but it's just that my allergies are killing me. I'm trying to take my Allegra regularly like a good girl, but I'm worried I'm going to have very uncomfortable sinus pressure on the plane tomorrow. Ah well. Hopefully that Florida sunshine and Disney magic will more than make up for it.
And just thinking about that...Florida sunshine and Disney magic...is enough to make this tired lady smile.
It's going to be a great weekend.
I'm not allowing anything to stress me. Nothing. At. All.
This was a gift for me, for my birthday, and I'm treating it as such. Therefore, as of now, I am on vacation. And I am relaxed. Everyone else can do what they will, but I'm not rushing, I'm not worrying, and I'm not thinking. Well, unless I have to think. But I'm hoping the extent of my thoughts will be something along the lines of...hmmm.....pool first or Epcot?
I'm seriously debating taking apart my suitcase. I really think I have too many clothes packed. Way too many. Ridiculously too many. Savvy? I need to consolidate.
Right now we've got a total count of 1 medium suitcase, 1 rollaboard suitcase, 1 toiletry bag, 1 backpack to carry-on, and the Rascally Devil. Oh, and HRH has his little backpack too. Instead of sticking the toiletry bag in the rollaboard, which was a great idea (thanks Heidi), I decided to spread out the gifts for everyone so they're not so squished, and put mine and HRH's shoes, his blanket, and the beach towels, in that one. I rarely bring beach towels with us, but I'm really determined to take him swimming. Maybe even more than once, and quite frankly, if the weather is a bit nippy, I want a big ole beach towel to snuggle up in, not the little white towels from the hotel. I'd be freezin'!
So, I'm tired.
And HRH never took a nap at my mother's today, so at 630 on the way home, he fell asleep in the car, and is still asleep. This should make for a fun evening if he wakes up. And he's had no bath, so I guess we'll be doing that in the morning.
I mean, we do need to be royally clean.
But we also need our royal beauty sleep.
So that's where I'm at.
Nothing profound.
Nothing crazy.
I'm going.
I'm going to have a good time.
I'm going to take lots of pictures, come back, tell you all about it, and look upon it with nostalgia.
And hey, maybe if I'm lucky, there'll be a bounceback.
You never know....
