I woke up in a panic. Must get it all done, I can't believe its Wednesday already.
Then I calmed down, I have three whole days to get it all done. It is possible.
But I should get the oil changed.
And I should go hunt for some Christmas presents.
And Atticus needs a new coat, and the boys uniform pants.
But the house must get packed.
And there are still five people to feed and a dog to walk and dished to wash and children to clean. Or dishes to clean and children to wash.
Then I calmed down and went to make breakfast.
Wade was panicing. There is so much still to pack!
I assured him I have a plan. And I do. The non-essentials are all packed, today the coast and shoes we don't need for the next week, the clothes we don't need for the next week, all the laundry is to be done, some errands run.
Tomorrow, all the bedrooms finished, and the kitchen packed. Tomorrow night through sunday we will be eating out.
That is my least favorite part, packing up the kitchen and not cooking good healthy food, but eating out and not really knowing what is in the food we are eating.
To keep things in perspective and remember what is calling us home;