I've always wanted the talent to tell a story in the form of a rhyming poem. I don't have that ability. And poetry and I don't always get along...unless it's written by Dr. Seuss. So, as much as I want this post to be like "Green Eggs and Ham"...it will be like, well, me. Crazy, unorganized, random and sappy.
We leave in the morning. It doesn't even seem real. I've been singing "Leaving on a Jet Plane" by Peter, Paul and Mary all day. I even bought it from itunes and put it on my borrowed ipod. Sad, huh? AND, every time I sang it, I got teary-eyed.
The bags are packed. I can't believe that detail either. Yay me! The moment the last thing went in, I got excited and got a lot less stressed. That was nice. Since for 2 weeks, I've been the opposite. The bags are HEAVY. I keep worrying that at the airport they will choose to search our bags and it will pop open like one of those practical jokes. You know, the ones that look like a can of peanut brittle and when you open it a fabric snake pops out? Yeah, that image keeps running through my head, too. So, I am hoping to not be arrested for willfully packing my suitcases too tight.
The children are all tucked in at their grandparents. That was really hard. Tom asked why Alice can't just come here. Good question! Charlotte, 8, cried herself to sleep. She is not the one I was worried about. Go figure. I know that once she wakes up, she'll be fine. I know that in the logical part of my brain. But, the emotional part of my brain is screaming that mommys shouldn't be away from their children. It seems so strange that I have to leave them to go get one of them. But, the kids here are at grandma's...life is about to get pretty sweet.
I'm up late for no good reason. My mind is running in a hundred different places. I just can't seem to settle down. 5 hours from now I'll be getting up and getting ready for one of the biggest adventures of my life. So, maybe that is my good reason. Who could sleep at a time like this?
Well, because I've had this song stuck in my head I feel only fitting that you do too...because I like to share.