I decided last night, that even when I feel like my brain is too full to put together any kind of profound or coherent words, I still need to show up here and write.
This weekend, I'm heading to New York City representing the Babycenter blogs for the premiere of War Horse. I found a dress (In black. And no, I didn't pay that much!). And I ordered some tall black boots with a kitten heel. "Kitten Heel" being terminology that is both new to me and now used regularly in our house because it's just fun to say. And a ridiulously large and dramatic glitzy necklace. I tried the outfit on for my kids and they said I looked like somebody else. And the boots weren't my style. My dear children, I try not to make a habit of wearing knee-high black boots around the house, but mama can get a little funky when she needs to.
So, I'm sandwiched between still recovering from our Thanksgiving roadtrip last weekend and preparing to leave the brood behind with my husband for three days this weekend. I'm trying to make everything a little easier this time because on my last jig away from home, one child almost died and they survived on hotdogs at every meal. (The hotdog part possibly an exaggeration from my oldest child.) And just on cue with my imminent departure Elizabeth has an ear infection, and the baby is going through another phase of scream-only communication. Not to mention her uncanny ability to sniff out EVERY marker in this house (despite my attempt to HIDE every marker in this house), color both her cheeks, inside her ear, between her toes, and on any flat surface.
Today I made a brain-dumping to-do list in my journal. It was simultaneously cathartic and overwhelming.
But. BUT. Despite all this craziness, I'm pretty sure this weekend is going to be amazing. In a last minute exciting change of plans, my mom is coming too–riding the train up to NY with me, spending our free day Sunday together and lounging around in the swanky hotel with me (and without me). My husband, despite my attempts to drown myself in guilt for leaving, has been nothing but encouraging and all "everything's under control". And the stuff will get done. And some won't. And my house will probably be messy still when I leave. And there'll be laundry to do. But there will be meals in the freezer. And grain for the chickens and food for the barn cats.
The End. And that's all. That's my brain dumped out for all to see. I promise, there's some good stuff hiding in the back of it. But for now, this is what you get. In all it's un-profound glory.