The day before vacation

Getting ready for vacation is so stressful, mostly because my husband is so freaking calm to the point of comatose while I am a whirling dervish of stress and trying to be organized and not forget anything and also breathe ...

Stress is more stressful when no one shares it. Because then, you're not only stressed, you're borderline neurotic, too and DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN... oh, sorry.

Really what I need is a vacation.

Ah, irony. There you are again.

So, tomorrow we start the drive to the coast. Yes, drive. Don't get me started; he won't fly.

We'll see how it goes...

Vacation...

We can barely afford it, but we're going to take a vacation this year, and go to Cape Cod.
I'll get to meet my new baby niece, not quite a month old. I'll also see my dad for the first time since our falling out (it's a long story. And boring.).
My younger child wants very much to see my dad. Me, not so much. It's just easier not to.
But, it may in all likelihood be the last time I see him. I wish I could muster up more interest in the situation based on that fact alone. Will I feel bad for the distance (both metaphorical and geographical) between us after he's gone?
Right now, I'd say no. After he's gone, I may feel differently.
Oh, but there will be beach time near a bona fide ocean on this vacation, to offset my 39-year-old angst.
So there's that.
We'll see how it goes.

Right now... it's June and I'm out of excuses

I just love this photo. Memorial Day at Phipps Conservatory. Good lookin' guys, huh?

I'm going to steal Uncle Crappy's idea and try to blog every day for the month of June.
I think my previous goal of every day for a year? Too ambitious.

I just need to write more.

We'll see how it goes...