I’m giving myself 10 minutes to post this morning. It’s been one of those weeks where my feet have hit the ground running in my orthotic shoes and I haven’t stopped until bedtime. Everything is fine, but it’s just one of those weeks that’s crammed with appointments and then I had to throw in a couple of unexpected tasks like spend four nerve-wracking hours yesterday trying to get emergency backup sitters for the kids this weekend while Mr. CPQ and I are out of the country because at 8:30 my MIL called to say they might not be able to make it.
I started going down the list of sitters, neighbors, and friends and had my parents on stand-by in Oklahoma to drop everything and fly out for the $2,000 last resort option when my in-laws called back to let us know they were back in the game and you cannot imagine the relief I felt to not have to stress about farming out the kids in six-hour increments to five or six different people over the weekend.
Note to self: Have back-up plan cemented well in advance next year.
Today is laundry, cleaning, and packing. I wasn’t planning on dressing any more formally than shorts and flip-flops, but I did find these pants at J. Jill earlier in the week that I thought were cute and resort-like, and they’re going straight from the shopping bag into my suitcase.
And yes, I got the “Capris?” and the scrunched up nose from Mr. CPQ.
And yes, I smacked him.
Have a nice day.